Lonely faces all along the way
Broken city all dressed up in gray
In the rain outside the restaurant
I make money but I still feel broke
I start drinking and I wanna smoke
Doing donuts in the parking lot
Driving fast moving cars,
And drinking old in these bars
Thinking I could paint all those stars,
Empty bottles on an empty stage
And a story on the final page
Of a book that no one knows about
This is it this is my last goodbye
This is where my dreams go to die
In the trash behind the record shop