[Verse 1] With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar In the back of some bus on the road Im living the high life with nothing to show But a love thats letting me go [Chorus] Your heroes turn out to be assholes And the light that youre chasing in the tunnel is a train The singers in key, the guitars 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 youre chasing is a train The singers in key, the guitars in tune But the song is still slipping away [Outro] Then slowly nothing else matters As the white and the black become grey
guitar, asshole, tunnel, singer, slipping