The Song Is Still Slippin' Away

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



Chorus:

And your heroes turn out to be assholes,

And the light that your chasin'

In the tunnel, is a train

The singer's in key, the guitar's in tune,

But the song is still slippin' away



The lights of the city paint a stage in the night

And there's two hearts are breakin' time

Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind

And the hunger left burning inside



Chorus:

And your heroes turn out to be assholes,

And the light in the tunnel

That your chasin', is a train

The singer's in key, the guitar's in tune,

But the song is still slippin' away



And slowly nothing else matters

as the black and the white, become gray...