living by memory
big country
i work the graveyard shift at this station
spend my time selling cigarettes and talking
no one waits for me at home
getting used to life alone
i remember it like yesterday
there was a wreck out on the highway
you might have heard it on the news
always think it's someone else
in a moment i was by myself
there's a peace that waits for me
surviving on used-to-be's
surviving on used-to-be's