A rainy night... I'm seeking shelter under a street light... Jaded. Keeping out of sight of passers by... Faded. Popular people looking quite a delight... Vain and well presented... Without objection they'll put an end to any affection.... They believe it is a devine right.
And i've got no fight left in me... I've got no hope to offer or love to give... Whatever would happen if i did? I just take flight alone all the way home, heavy with a hang over and soaked to the bone...
And i wait for tomorrow to arrive... The faded and the jaded... The cynicism and the smiles. | 
