In Carrollton, when the sun goes down The lights turn on inside and the secrets seem to come to life and flicker In the eyes of those who hold them close, who'll never let them go Those who pray that they will somehow be forgiven
And they sing, "Angels, forgive us please, we've turned our backs on family and it ain't like it's supposed to be. So hear our prayers and put our souls at ease"
Behind the smiles and bloodshot eyes is something dark and cold like ice That never warms, even in July it's winter The past is dressed in Sunday clothes, in pictures frames in dusty rows and put in rooms where no one goes to see them
And they sing, "Angels, forgive us please, we ain't got much as you can see. But, we've turned our backs on family. So hear our prayers and put our souls at ease" Oh please
We've tried so hard to live good lives, to tell the truth, to love our wives But the darkness holds those ancient lies and a wicked pain that never ever dies
In Carrollton, when the sun goes down The lights turn on inside and the secrets seem to come to life and flicker In Carrollton, when the sun goes down In Carrollton, when the sun goes down, down