This might be about you
but you might never know.
Just a story laid out lonely
crafted carefully stroke by stroke.

So let's hit the track
the race is on we'll see the end
is only just a distortion
of where we began, here we go again.

I'll raise my glass,
this round's just for you.
And the last one baby,
yeah that's for you too.

The bar's been empty
for far too long
and the street it's been dreamin'
of you in a song.

So this might be about you
but you might never know.
A story laid out lonely
crafted carefully stroke by stroke.

So let's hit the road
the race is run we've seen the end
is only just a distortion
of where we began, here we go again.

I'll raise my head,
and smile like a fool.
I've got lots of friends here,
upon these old bar stools.

And the morning's been so cold
but that don't matter tonight
maybe in the surise
I'll finally see the light.

06/14/2006

Posted on 06/14/2006
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