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

Your heroes turn out to be assholes

And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train

The singer's in key the guitars in tune

But the song is still slipping away

The lights of the city paint a stage in the night

For two hearts breaking in time

Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind

And a hunger left burning inside