There’s no way to say where or when
That slow decay will begin
Those pretty looks will someday fade
Then we’ll see the stuff of which you’re made
In my eyes you were the delicate one
Your paradise found is innocence gone
There’s no broken glass on a nighttime street
Could cut as deep as you cut me
The local sinners, they want you so bad
You want to be a local sinner too
But there’s a goodness inside of you
And it’s bound to come shining through
I was born and raised, the rest I forget
You were a waitress looking for a pretty good bet
When you said “I believe I’ll let it ride”
Smart money made a killing on the side
The local sinners, they want you so bad
You want to be a local sinner too
But there’s a goodness inside of you
And it’s bound to come shining through
There’s no way to say where or when
That slow decay will begin
Those pretty looks will someday fade
Then we’ll see the stuff of which you’re made
The local sinners, they want you so bad
You want to be a local sinner too
But there’s a goodness inside of you
And it’s bound to come shining through
