The Song Is Still Slipping Away

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar In the back of some bus on the road I'm living the high life with nothing to show But a love that's letting me go Your heroes turn out to be a*sholes The light that you're chasing in the tunnel is a train The singer's in key, the guitars in tune But the song is still slipping away And the lights of the city paint a stage in the night For two hearts breaking in time And wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind And a hunger left burning inside Your heroes turn out to be a*sholes And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train The singer's in key, the guitars in tune But the song is still slipping away Then slowly nothing else matters As the white and the black become gray