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He's down on his luck |
Along The Way He sits lonely on the road, wishing he had somewhere to go He has no money, he has no friends There are so many people who never wanna see him again How did I get here? He asks himself When will I get out? He asks himself He thought that freedom would be better than this Desires always have setbacks, that's the way it is His girlfriend left him for a millionaire She dropped him off on the streets and she stranded him there He thought she was the only thing that he wouldn't lose But she left him too soon for his point to be proved Why did she leave me? He asks himself Will she come back? He asks himself He thought that freedom would be better than this Desires always have setbacks, that's the way it is And I walk by, and he says: "Can you help me here? I've been here way too long And I have no place to go" I gave him all the money that I had on me And I said, "here you go" Then he ran to the liquor store Later, I walked by once more I saw him passed out on the solid concrete Right beside the door How did I get here? He asks himself When will I get out? He asks himself He thought that money would be better than this Desires always have setbacks, that's the way it is |