when the cold wind blows 
and the sarcasm cuts me again 
a young man's pride is torn up 
by what he calls friends 
and as he gets restless anger fills him with hate 
then he grows reckless but its already too late 
he grabs his surroundings pulls them towards him 
looks up to the heavens as he falls from grace 
it's four in the morning the silence is deafening 
he looks in the mirror and it spits in his face 

c'mon now jason it's your life you're wasting 
it's your destination bye bye jason 
c'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow 
your trains in the station bye bye jason 

cross my palms with silver 
i'll cross the streets paved with gold 
just say you never saw nothing 
at least that's what you're told 

c'mon now jason it's your life your wasting 
it's your destination bye bye jason 
c'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow 
your trains in the station bye bye jason