late at night and i'm walking the street
right behind me cops on my beat
(on my beat!)
i look ahead and i want to run
(want to run)
i want to shoot 'em but i got no gun
i said what ever happened to the life
that i had once
i am afraid but i don't understand about it why do these hard times keep crawling up on me? well, i don't know
late at night and i'm lying in my bed
some cray thoughts are running through my head (through my head)
i'm not sleeping and i don't know why (don't know why)
i know that soon my story won't fly
and i said what ever happened to the life
that i had once
i am afraid but i don't understand about it why do these hard times keep crawling up on me? well, i don't know |
