wandering the night with the memory of heat
the bars are all closed on an ice cold street
we once had love we once had fun
we once had evenings when we would run run run
but that couldn't last it was all in the past
and today is tonight and I can't make it right
got to live it all sober until it gets over
and hope in the day it all goes away
they call it the blues but sometimes it's black
it's not what you choose it's just what you lack
you read in the news of the latest attack
and hope that soon you'll be back on the track
I once had a girl or should I say
I once had the world back in the day
I once had a song I knew all the words
I once had a wire with a whole line of birds
and if you remember when we were together
we thought it was meant to be we thought forever
but we were just kids oh so naive
we thought we could make it if we just believed
they call it the blues but sometimes it's black
it's not what you choose it's just what you lack
you read in the news of the latest attack
and hope that soon you'll be back on the track
Ron