Stuck here on the outskirts
of some sleepy northern town
with a memory in my pocket
I've grown tired of dragging around
Here's all my world's possessions
beside me on this chair
I've seen my life
go up in smoke
and vanish in thin air

...

Been chasing schemes and wanton dreams
for such a long time now
I'm too far gone to play it proud
and way too lost to ever be found
walking down the dirt road
to another lonely day
but for now
I'll push the shadows chasing me away

...

The easy life is gone
in a blaze of so-called glory
the final page is written
in this long and drawn-out story
In the bottom of my glass
I see my faded past
so what's the use
I'll drink to that

...

Been chasing flowers and passing hours
for such a long time now
I've tried to make a happy end
but I've forgotten how
so for now...

...

I'll raise my glass
to a life gone past
and buy another round
I'm too far gone to play it proud
and too far gone to ever be found
Walking down the dirt road
to another lonely day
But for now
I'll push the shadows chasing me away