The day is passing by him And he has nowhere to stay At a lonely bar-room table His mind goes back to yesterday To the girl who's dead and buried But her face lives in his eyes He must forget that face forever, Make the future start tonight But the meal he eats is dead flesh There is cancer in his cigarettes And the drinks won't do a thing for him But revive some stupid memories Then a hairstyle that reminds him Makes him run into the night Where the moon hangs high above him now The same m (guitaretab.com)
