Walking On Quicksand

He wakes up the same way every morning

with whiskey on his breath

He's got warm beer on the nightstand

just so he can get out of bed

He gets in his pickup and drives on down the road

Not having any idea what today holds in store

He's walking on quicksand, and he's going under

Walking on quicksand, and he ain't getting any younger

Yeah he's walking on quicksand, and he's going under

Walking on quicksand and he can feel the thunder

She wakes up the same way every morning

and rushes him out the door

Heads to a motel on the outskirts of town

where she knows she shouldn't be going

And when they finish she gets back in her car

Thinking she's left it behind this time for sure

She's walking on quicksand, and she's going under

Walking on quicksand, and she ain't getting any younger

Yeah she's walking on quicksand, and she's going under

Walking on quicksand and she can feel the thunder

They wake up the same way every morning

so close but far apart

She's thinking of him and he's thinking of her

but they can't reach each other's heart

Everyday it's the same routine

Trying to make things the way they used to be

But they're walking on quicksand, and they're going under

Walking on quicksand, and they ain't getting any younger

Yeah they're walking on quicksand, and they're going under

Walking on quicksand and they can feel the thunder