The man who's always lost
Keeps his fingers crossed
He might get wise or sick and tired

And take off

The man who's always home

Feeling so alone
Driving back and forth he's a slave to the work
But he's the boss


Round and round was it east or west?
He took a wrong turn was it right or was it left?

Dreams about the days before
When he was poor and happier


The man who stays out late
Every waitress knows his name
It's no surprise they like the tips and so they smile

But that's the game

Why it's hard to say

He just can't walk away
The man accepts the cost
He's cold enough to frost

While he waits to feel his sun
Wonders aimlessly for fun
He's the man who's always lost