High and Dry

I came here with a woman who believed in my ideas

Looking for a dream I'd never found

But a woman soon gets hungry of living on a dream

And a town like this can turn her head around

I made her a promise that a break would bring a change

While clinging to a dream that wouldn't die

But she got tired of waiting

And the only break that came

Was when that woman left me high and dry

Now my life is just as empty

As the pockets in my jeans

I don't have that dream to get me by

The thing that's worse than dying

Is living every day

Waking up each morning high and dry

If a dream has any value then how much is it worth

If it won't buy a man a bite to eat

Lord, I'm so tired of walking

If the devil had a hotel

I'd trade my soul for just a place to sleep

I'm a man without a purpose

I've lost my self respect

Since I buried all those dreams that died

I know tomorrow's coming and it won't be no better

I'll wake up in the morning high and dry

Now my life is just as empty

As the pockets in my jeans…