Back to the streets where you belong
all of the tears locked in a box
and you know
that your at the end of your rope
Stumbling along whiskey on your breath
eyes red and puffy from the meth
and you know
life ain't worth living when there's nothing to live for
Passing along flaming barrels of trash
a boy's glassy eyes stare into past
you hand him your cloke on shivering night
and your last photograph takes its final flight
the only memory goes from fire to ash
and you know
that it's finally time to let go
