All the drugs are all gone now
And all your friends are gone, too
And now you face the day alone
With no-one to blame but you
And you might say "How did I get here?"
"They said I had so much potential "
Out here in the cold
Where the rain and the snow always come torrential
Whoa-oh-ah-oh
You're calling out to the sky
Whoa-oh-ah-oh
Sometimes you pray to God to die
And whoa-oh-ah-oh
Didn't we used to say
We'd rise above it all some day
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You're a far cry from sixteen
On the back of some delinquent's motorbike
You said your town was too small
For a girl to be whoever she likes
So you came here to the city
With its Midwestern offerings of culture
And when the vices found you
On the walk home from school
They descended like vultures
Now whoa-oh-ah-oh
You're calling out to the sky
Whoa-oh-ah-oh
As your life passes you by
And whoa-oh-ah-oh
And didn't I used to say
Some day I'll be digging your grave
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All you learned here was pity
All you ever knew how to do was drink
But in the back of a police car
You might have a little time to think
You might say "How did I get here?"
"They said I had so much potential"
Out here in the cold
Where the rain and the snow always come torrential
Now whoa-oh-ah-oh
Now you call out to the sky
Whoa-oh-ah-oh
But would you stop to reason why?
And whoa-oh-ah-oh
And didn't we used to say
We'd rise above it all
Some day
Some day
Some (day)
Some day