Barstool Warrior

In a dark and lonely corner, all the time in Dark-side inn

Sits a local barstool warrior, talking to his gin

Treacing past decisions, he motions for a shot

Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot?

Just a prisoner of the monster on his back

Call it bad luck, call it fate

Call it stuck here the rest of my days

Serves me right, what went wrong

And where do I belong?

In the glow of flashing lights, on the shoulder of the road

Clutching at the bruised and tired skin

She tries to signal danger with anguish in her eyes

Will he see the world of pain she's in?

Or is it too late?

Was it bad luck, was it fate

Or a past that she couldn't escape?

It's not right, something's wrong

Just where do I belong?

Promises made, crying in vain

All empty, never accepting the blame

And not letting go of the shame

A river of tears, as months turned to years

All wasted on someone not willing to change

Now only a shadow remains

No one can save you

And there's no one to save

It has been written

You will become all you think, all you feel, all you dream

Now I'm cutting the anchor away

And I won't look back

I'm starting a new life today

Now I see where I belong