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