It seems that there’s no one to here my call
I’m crying for my sorrow, here’s no one to follow
Even the ones I trust the most
can’t see that I’m a misery’s host
On the back corner with glass of wine in my hand
listening to the last song of a local band
Silence strokes deep, wrecked lisping isn’t what I need
Some girls on the dancefloor, it’s partytime
but I’m dancing at the wrong side
Late night and I’m walking away
it isn’t the best way to start the day
but the only way to clear my thoughts
Please, let the dawn show me the way