Neal Morse şarkı sözleri
To make this story even longerLife began to cut me down to sizeDown to sizeThings got tough and they got tougherThe California sun had burned me blindMade me blind, so blind, yeahSome of us are hard of hearingThere I was nearing 35, 35All the clubs that used to pay meNow began to say they got no timeHow would I survive? Oh1, 2, 3, 41, 2, 3, 41, 2, 3, 4With a host of weekend warriors dancing in the undergroundSomeone stole my guitar and made it out of tinsel townSurrounded by rejecters and bill collectors circling all aroundThe girl I loved went off and got married to a millionaireFor fifty dollars I'd play five hours in the desert airSome of us have to hit bottom before we'll ever see above the ground
