With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
It the back of some bus on the road
Im living the high life with nothing to show
But a love thats letting me go
Your heroes turn out to be a*******
And the light in the tunnel that youre chasing is a train
The singers in key, the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside
And slowly nothing else matters
As the white and the black become grey
It the back of some bus on the road
Im living the high life with nothing to show
But a love thats letting me go
Your heroes turn out to be a*******
And the light in the tunnel that youre chasing is a train
The singers in key, the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside
And slowly nothing else matters
As the white and the black become grey