The Song Is Still Slipping Away

1, 2, 3

1, 2, 3

With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar

In the back of some bus on the road

I'm living the high life with nothing to show

But a love that's letting me go

Your heroes turn out to be assholes

The light that you're chasing in the tunnel is a train

The singer's in key, the guitars in tune

But the song is still slipping away

And the lights of the city paint a stage in the night

For two hearts breaking in time

And wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind

And a hunger left burning inside

Your heroes turn out to be assholes

And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train

The singer's in key, the guitars in tune

But the song is still slipping away

Then slowly nothing else matters

As the white and the black become gray