In

a

dark

and

lone-

ly

cor-

ner

of

a

time-

worn

dock-

side

inn

Sits

the

lo-

cal

bar-

stool

war-

rior,

talk-

ing

to

his

gin

Trac-

ing

past

de-

ci-

sions,

he

mo-

tions

for

a

shot

Is

he

doomed

to

be

a

man

this

world

for-

got?

Just

a

pri-

soner

of

the

mon-

ster

on

his

back

Call

it

bad

luck,

call

it

fate

Call

it

stuck

here

the

rest

of

my

days

Serves

me

right,

what

went

wrong

And

where

do

I

be-

long?

In

the

glow

of

flash-

ing

lights,

on

the

shoul-

der

of

the

road

Clutch-

ing

at

the

brui-

ses

on

her

skin

She

tries

to

sig-

nal

dan-

ger

with

an-

guish

in

her

eyes

Will

he

see

the

world

of

pain

she's

in?

Or

is

it

too

late?

Was

it

bad

luck,

was

it

fate

Or

a

past

that

she

could-

n't

es-

cape?

It's

not

right,

some-

thing's

wrong

Just

where

do

I

be-

long?

Pro-

mi-

ses

made,

cry-

ing

in

vain

All

emp-

ty,

ne-

ver

ac-

cep-

ting

the

blame

And

not

let-

ting

go

of

the

shame

A

ri-

ver

of

tears,

as

months

turn

to

years

All

wast-

ed

on

some-

one

not

will-

ing

to

change

Now

on-

ly

a

sha-

dow

re-

mains

No

one

can

save

you

And

there's

no

one

to

save

It

has

been

writ-

ten

You

will

be-

come

all

you

think,

all

you

feel,

all

you

dream

Now

I'm

cut-

ting

the

an-

chor

a-

way

And

I

won't

look

back

I'm

start-

ing

a

new

life

to-

day

Now

I

see

where

I

be-

long