Lyrics for Sivert Høyem’s “Prisoner of the Road” added.
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Rain on the water
Fire on fire water
Cut adrift on a sidewalk sea
Shouldering countless indignities
Only fire that's left in me
Weekend burnout catastrophe
On street level that can only mean
I don't count and I ain't seen
Once again I went down that road
Her arms all wet and cold
Double up on some sunday bed
The half-sleep of the half-dead
What became of our innocent ways?
Oh Johnny such a bad hand to play
See the world has changed
Nothing is making sense
Can you hear me?
The people we used to be
I miss them so much, I can't begin to tell you
I miss some people I loved so well too
I was waiting
By the roadside
Small change, then life's landslide
No call, no sign, no bells
Now everything is someplace else