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
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
And slowly nothing else matters
As the white and the black become grey
(SINGLE STRUM LAST VERSE/ 2 LINES)