There’s a line there on the highway that has come to take me down.

That leads me to the coastal shores where sailors come to drown.

There’s some writing on a signpost. A warning in the sand.

Written sometime long ago by an aged and weathered hand.

He didn’t mean to disappoint you. He’s so sorry that you care. He’s wishes things were different now. His heart is one long tear.

There’s this human in a gutter and this life has gone and passed.

Oh he’s still here and breathing but all those chances were his last.

There will be no more mercy, no more scraps now on the floor.

No more hopes or disappointments… just a cold and distant roar.

He didn’t mean to disappoint you. He’s so sorry that you care. He wishes things were different now. His heart is one long tear.