Cold stove waiting for me when I get home
No fire burning for me I’m living on my own
I could die in my sleep
Nobody even bother asking why
Lying here all alone
Listening to my soul cry

Must be losing my grip
Feel I'm slipping away
Now the dawn is coming after me
Lost another day

Na Na Na Na Na

I was born in the middle of town
West of nowhere
Looking for a saddle
Taking my burden elsewhere

Must be losing my grip
Feel I'm slipping away
Now the dawn is coming after me
Lost another day
Must be losing my grip
Feel like I am slipping away
Now the dawn is coming after me
I lost another day