The sun is coming up over the Wade Hotel 
Intoxicated silhouettes are dancing to adorn 
But there's underlying madness in this embellished 
concrete hell 
And is just beyond a brazen horizon on this early 
autumn's dawn - 
Oh no 

Well, back to the daily grind, a bus ride from minimum 
wage 
Imitating desolate footsteps of old, inheriting what 
they got paid
'Cause you're the charity-case son, born of discount 
racks, now working the factory floor 
The gold-hearted kid just got a taste of their taxes 
and the law 

Wandering all alone in a place I never loved 
Wandering all alone, used to drift like a broken dove 

other side 
Follow the track to the underpass that the motorway 
runs beside 
It is there I tread a lone routine at 7 am each day 
It is there I used to stop and dream of finding another 
way 

But for now I'm wandering all alone
Wandering all alone
Wandering all alone in a place I never loved 
Wandering all alone, used to drift like a broken dove 

Ode - it's an ode to the underdog 
Ode - it's an ode to the underdog
Yeah the unannounced, under it all 
The runners up under the haze 
You know it's unfair, but understood 
Every dog will have its day 
As the sun will come up over the Wade Hotel