Man Of Sorrow

He will leave trough the door

In which he came

Head bowed in shame

He gets the blame

Through the fight for his innocence was strong

His unsun song was sung so wrong

And so he hides in the heart of the city

Staring out the open window he just cries

As days pass by, he's not eager to greet them

But his hope's the only tonic that still drives

The days are lonely and the nights are desolate

Hanging out upon the wire

Aiming to escape from this pretend babylon

But it's much to late, another life he must create

He is a man of sorrow

Unocuppied, dissatisfied

Living alone with his bottle and his doom

In the abyss of eternal desire

Traveled down the roads signaled danger up ahead

They lead him right into disaster

Now the mortal soul isn't going anywhere

But he's much too late

And now oblivion is all that awaits

He is a man of sorrow

Unocuppied, dissatisfied

Living alone with his bottle and his doom

In the abyss of eternal desire

He's alone in the dark

Life is drifting on and on

Pieces are scattered everywhere

There's no absolution

Yes, he's much too late

Like every man

He must bear his own faith

He is a man of sorrow

Unocuppied, dissatisfied

Living alone with his bottle and his doom

But he's much too late

He is a man of sorrow

Unocuppied, dissatisfied

Living alone with his bottle and his doom

In the abyss of eternal desire

He is a man of sorrow

Unocuppied, dissatisfied

Living alone with his bottle and his doom

And you know he's a man of sorrow

He will leave through the door in which he came

And so he hides in the heart of the city

Staring out the open window he just cries