With A Bag, A Bottle And This Old Guitar
In The Back Of Some Bus On The Road
I'm Living The High Life With Nothing To Show
But A Love That's Letting Me Go
Your Heroes Turn Out To Be Assholes
And The Light In The Tunnel That You're Chasing Is A Train
The Singer's In Key The Guitars In Tune
But The Song Is Still Slipping Away
The Lights Of The City Paint A Stage In The Night
For Two Hearts Breaking In Time
Wild Horses Are Cursed With Their Freedom In Mind
And A Hunger Left Burning Inside