Sun and celebration come running down my road Echoing the mood I'm in I'm always failing and I always seek to win There's only so much that I can fake And there is nothing that is holding you on You're colder than an April shower I saw outsiders wanting to belong These things keep me hanging on In a boomtown What blows up must fall down Stinging like an angel hitting a wall In a boomtown What blows up must fall down Stinging like a backside in some old fashioned rodeo I saw a woman dressed in black today Caught up in the mood she makes Her head is twisted and in her heart she longs To be dragged to her lonely fate But there is something that's holding her on She's colder than an April shower I see her love heading down the road These things keep me hanging on In a boomtown What blows up must fall down Stinging like an angel hitting a wall In a boomtown What blows up must fall down Stinging like a backside in some old fashioned rodeo