A rainy day,
A lit cigarette,
A lonely man smokes himself away,
With no answers to the questions in his head.
His soul sinks,
Into a dark abyss,
As he thinks,
Of all the chances that he missed,
A life of wasted opportunities.
Deep inside his soul,
He knows,
He's on the wrong side of the tracks,
But walking on, he goes,
It's too late to turn back.
Gazing out his window,
At all the faces passing by,
His heart falls low,
And his sorrow flies high.
He turns away,
Stares out into open space,
He's all alone, he's a cast away,
An empty heart beats alone in an empty place.
Deep inside his soul,
He knows,
He's on the wrong side of the tracks,
But walking on, he goes,
It's too late to turn back.
Deep inside his soul,
He knows,
He's on the wrong side of the tracks,
But walking on, he goes,
It's too late to turn back.
ARealRockNRolla
