I know that I’m singing someone else’s song
These bars are another form of purgatory
I know that you’ve heard this song before
It’s like a cage, this parade in another story
You know the story of the lonely men
I know that this is where they all stood
And played every night because they loved the songs
That someone else wrote better than they ever could
I don’t ask that you listen
I’m too tired to be alone
I don’t ask you to love me
I’m just tired of going home
Tired of going home…
I write because I want to purge my mind
I play because there is no other way
I sing for an excuse to yell aloud
I dance alone like I’m on a stage
You know the story of the lonely men
I know that this is where they all stood
And played every night just because they loved the songs
That someone else wrote better than they ever could
I don’t ask that you listen
I’m too tired to be alone
I don’t ask you to love me
I’m just tired of going home
Tired of going home…
