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