Press On

Tell you a little story 'bout a lonely little friend of mine

So alone, met some woman, and made the girl his bride

She told him that she loved him so and wouldn't ever gonna let him go

Then she left and didn't let him know, the dirty little so and so

If you're think you see your life is just fine

Then you find that all along you was blind

The tale's turns bitter, yeah, she used you

Til what is turns to tatters

And breaks my heart

I will anew find a place to start