Lights Come On At 3

Well, I am a young man and I believe in God
And I button my shirt right up to the top
And I read when I can, in the shade of the trees
And I buckle up good/And I always say please
But the wolf is at the gate a
nd I'm reflected in his eyes
And his teeth are broken glass
His mercy is a lie
And when it snows, all the details disappear
And the days are long and grey
And the lights come on at 3
And the road down to the pharmacy
well, it may be beautiful but it's a trap