he was a broken promise
with nothing
but a gun
without bullets
no money
in his pockets
he could see just darkness
staring at him
when he slept
laughing at him
when he wept
a life of pipe dreams
locked without a key
day to day he was further away
of finding the girl who was outside his door
in the cold and windy streets
just trying to find
a shadow
she sells her body
just to stay alive
among a world
of wolves
when she looks behind
all that she feels is loss
when she looks ahead all that she sees is gone
she’s got the bullets
but she ain’t got the gun
she wants to fall in love
but she’s got no one
although she looks like a girl
from a fashion magazine
her nightmares are real
cause she forgot how to dream
funny little world it is
all you got is not what you give
so many people who have everything
so many people who have nothing
so many people who want something
so many people who need nothing
the right place
at the right time
everybody wants to fall in love
but not all the time
he has to go outside
to find the girl
who will take away his life
she needs a gun
but the days they seem so long
he could be a king
if he was not nothing
she would be his queen
if greatness
was something real
he tries to fill
the hole in his soul
with a bottle and a whore
knowing what it’s for
she opens the door
and when she sees the gun
she knows he’s the one
lovers from the start
singers without a song
sufferers at heart
a road that is too long
a night that is too dark
how can you say it’s wrong?
some of us are
the lucky ones
the lonely riders
riding on
some of us are
we’re living love
and we have been all along