Lyrics

Ain't no comfort in the cold.
No stars above my head now.
It's dark like India ink.
Need a bar where I can get a drink

And I really don't want to go home.
Shadows mock me instead.
Highways are the canyons I roam.
Sinking like a soul almost dead.

You can't get something for nothing.
Who wants to march in yuour parade?
Another sinner on the streets now.
A man who just can't be saved.

And I really don't want to go home.
Shadows mock me instead.
Highways are the canyons I roam.
Sinking like a soul almost dead.