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 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 And slowly nothing else matters As the white and the black become grey (SINGLE STRUM LAST VERSE/ 2 LINES)