Testo: Buffalo Tom. Register Side.

Well, I compare you too
You've got the same toothy grin
Penchant for dramatic ends
See the harbor lights
His five brothers down there
Salty Bay back home again

He went from one ball and chain
His whole life down the drain
With a widow in his way
When he got back home
He took the first job he found
How much can one man take?

And he measured his breath
As he pocketed his pride
And he quietly watched life go by
From the register side

Well, he drove down to the shore
But he can't see her no more
He bought a bottle of red wine
He wasn't guilty then
And he's not guilty now
Killin' anything but time

And he measured his breath
As he pocketed his pride
And he quietly watched life go by
From the register side
Yeah, you can waste your whole life
From the register side

It's about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
It's about the in betweens and you're not dead yet
It's about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
It's about the in betweens

It's about the in betweens and all the grief that you get
It's about the in betweens and you're not dead yet
It's about the in betweens and you can lie to yourself
It's about the in betweens

And he measured his breath
As he pocketed his pride
And he quietly watched life go by
From the register side
And he quietly watched life go by
Register side

He quietly watched his life