The sun is coming up over the Wade Hotel Intoxicated silhouettes are dancing to adorn But there's underlying madness in this embellished concrete hell And is just beyond a brazen horizon on this early autumn's dawn - Oh no
Well, back to the daily grind, a bus ride from minimum wage Imitating desolate footsteps of old, inheriting what they got paid 'Cause you're the charity-case son, born of discount racks, now working the factory floor The gold-hearted kid just got a taste of their taxes and the law
Wandering all alone in a place I never loved Wandering all alone, used to drift like a broken dove
Staggered footsteps over the hill and then down the other side Follow the track to the underpass that the motorway runs beside It is there I tread a lone routine at 7 am each day It is there I used to stop and dream of finding another way
But for now I'm wandering all alone Wandering all alone Wandering all alone in a place I never loved Wandering all alone, used to drift like a broken dove
Ode - it's an ode to the underdog Ode - it's an ode to the underdog Yeah the unannounced, under it all The runners up under the haze You know it's unfair, but understood Every dog will have its day As the sun will come up over the Wade HotelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
