I’ve been just a guy on the streets of yesterday
waking at the dawn with the thought to kill,
just a poor man walking daily to his fate
nothing good to loose and nothing good to gain,
he pushed me hard to become a star,
to the limits of my soul pulling stones afar,
if it weren’t for the music I’d be surely dead
crawling like a cockroach boiling in the sand…

And since glory’s growing out of shame
I got all these questions popping when she came;
like Shirley Temple wasn’t cute enough
my sweetheart’s smile was a mold in gold,
greeting all the loving words she’s told
I grabbed her hand and held her in the cold,
close to me she made my heart belong
and sorrows in her bones I cured them all…

God knows how could I’ve been so wrong
and neglect to cry when I was falling down,
her mouth had words that could cut the flesh
it’s only so much pain that one man can stand,
a summer Sunday morning the silence fell
whiskey, vodka and cigars on the bed of Rhone
a girl in white dress made my heart rebel
and where there was light the darkness veiled…

And I am lost in the countless words I’ve said
yet the truth is plain and simple and must be fed,
I’m gonna leave that scar in my chest to breed
to find the remorse and cure my burning need,
I can tell the facts apart but cannot cut this chain
I’m gonna walk away from things I’ve known
to pick up the pieces and rebuild my own
will I ever reach that day to soothe my strain?