The Man Who's Always Lost
The man who's always lost
Keeps his fingers crossed
He might get wise or sick and tired
And take off
The man who's always home
Feeling so alone
Driving back and forth, he's a slave to the work
But he's the boss
Round and round, was it east or west?
He took a wrong turn, was it right or was it left?
Dreams about the days before
When he was poor and happier
The man who stays out late
Every waitress knows his name
It's no surprise, they like the tips and so they smile
But that's the game
Why it's hard to say
He just can't walk away
The man accepts the cost
He's cold enough to frost
While he waits to feel his sun
Wonders aimlessly for fun
He's the man who's always lost
