I’ve tried my whole life just to have a good time
And now I’ve got nothing to show
I sit here alone with my bottle of wine
Inches deep with my tortured soul
Been singing for years
People bored now to tears
I start to feel old and tired
A broken heart and broken dreams
I’m back at the start
I’m out of touch with my mind
All that I’ve got left to lose is rhythm and blues
Do I run and leave it all behind?
No, I will be a voice of reason
And I will be a trumpet of rhyme
And I will keep singing forever, yeah
‘Cause that’s who my creator
He made me to be
The night conspires with the stars
They say the path I walk is steep
But in the music I believe
Oh, in the music I believe
I will be a voice of reason
And I will be a trumpet of rhyme
And I will keep singing forever, yeah
‘Cause that’s who my creator
He made me to be