As we pulled into town there was a breakdown
as the moonlight lit the town
But it was High Noon in somebody’s head
before the first boot hit the ground

Spent the day in Cincinnati on the cell phone
trying to figure out the expense
Stabbing fists into drawn-shade darkness
battered by experience

There is something to be said for hanging in there
Past the point of hanging round too long
Hung out to dry or put away wet
All the same when it all goes wrong

It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault
when you misconstrue the wonder and the shame
All over town, my name’s passed around
til you can’t tell the darkness from the flame
Can’t the darkness from the flame

I left my car parked at the airport
and I flew to Kansas City in the rain
I know enough to know I’m standing here soaked
and the weatherman’s to blame
I left that house empty after sunset
with someone else to figure out the stains
I’ll take my responsibility for the darkness and the pain

It’s all my fault, everything’s my fault
guess a butcher knows how to trim the fat
When it all comes down, Armageddon’s back in town
You can’t tell the rabbit from the hat
Can’t tell the rabbit from the hat

The dye has been cast and symbolisms so pronounced
that there’s nothing left to wonder or explain
There’ll be no healing from the art of double dealing
Armageddon’s back in town again
Armageddon’s back in town again
Armageddon’s back in town again