The Song is Still Slipping Away Lyrics

With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar

It 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 a*******

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

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