AUSTIN MARCUS lyrics : "The Chaser"
is running out of ink
Languid eyes and ten-cent smile
have you reaching for a drink
Next state line at a five-and-dime
a young father stares at his feet
He's selling his time on a factory line
while his children wander the street
The coffee's cold, the maps are old
you're poor, you're blind, and you're weak
But the road goes on and at every dawn
the journey's all you seek
While rich men play and spend away
the farmers are worked to the bone
And a young man's tune won't make it to you
cause he's told it's not his own
If the hopeless win
the summer winds will never blow the same
With an empty grin they'll pour your gin
and they'll never know your name
Curtains fall
the subway walls are plastered with the truth
Your crystal is bound to fall
and break the frame of youth
The girl next door's off by the shore
she's singing songs to the sea
If life's a bore, she'll show you more
you'll know what it is to be
When your story ends
your trusted friends will never throw the game
With a shaky grin they'll meet your kin
and they'll never know your name
At the dead-end road you'll drop your load
and lie down in the grass
You'll write an ode while your car is towed
and watch the seasons pass
A boy in blue will be named for you
he'll put on your cap and gown
He'll take his cue and plant a new the forest that you found
If the hopeless win
the summer winds will never blow the same
With and empty grin they'll pour your gin
and they'll never know your name.
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