The Song is Still Slipping Away

[Verse 1]
With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
In the back of some bus on the road
I'm living the high life with nothing to show
But a love that's letting me go

[Chorus]
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light that you're chasing in the tunnel is a train
The singer's in key, the guitar's in tune
But the song is still slipping away

[Verse 2]
The lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
Wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside

[Chorus]
Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
The singer's in key, the guitar's in tune
But the song is still slipping away

[Outro]
Then slowly nothing else matters
As the white and the black become grey