From the recording Pleasure Island
Lyrics
Clothes strewn across the floor
No money in the bank
No broken bones but a broken home
A truth that came to late
Open road and time alone
Regrets to fill my plate
A hope that burns remaining wick
Leads me to my fate
Running from the memories
Consumed by bitter days
Running from the memories
Of how I lost my way
The flicker of the streetlights
As the homeless people sleep
The rising sun, the day has come
For a promise I can’t keep
The meter ticks another mile
As the sun burns bright ahead
The past that follows close behind
Wont’ leave me till I’m dead.