The Song

Late nights I find myself in a chair with no one there

Trying to find some hope, I write it into a poem

People come and people go, the glass is tinted so I don't know

How is that life fair? A life lived unaware

Come and see the people say, the man who sold his life for fame

Little do they know, I'm at the end of my rope

If you'd like to see a show, you'll find him playing at the bone

A bar where people go, yeah little do they know

I've spent late nights in the studio crying

I've been waiting on you, I've been waiting on you