So you’re coming back late
You’ve got nobody to wait
But it’s alright
Well
It’s all just fine
You’ve been on that train for too long
Forgetting names and places
You wish there was a new song, So you could see new faces
It’s like running on empty, there’s no way out — there’s nothing in sight, but your daily dark revery– Slow Honey of Lonely Blues, each time tou try, you lose — there’s nothing in sight but your ordinary Spleen
You scratch a match in the dark
You stare at the light
You wish for a new hope
To give up that fight
It’s like running on empty, there’s no way out — there’s nothing in sight, but your daily dark revery– Slow Honey of Lonely Blues, each time tou try, you lose — there’s nothing in sight but your ordinary Spleen
