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One step right behind
I ain’t the kind of rambler my heroes used to be.
My roving days are merely a fraction of my days.
But though I walk the thin line, the straight and narrow way,
I always keep a god pace, always one step ahead.
But it seems like loneliness is always one step right behind me.
I’ve rested my sore feet in the Mediterranean.
I’ve slept by the Atlantic, I’ve seen the midnight sun.
I’ve rested in the arms of English, French and Japanese
But I never felt at home nowhere and hardly ever free.
No matter if I walk the streets of my hometown
or if I’m down the road to rage and ruin.
It seems like loneliness is always one step right behind me.
It seems like loneliness is always one step right behind.
Oh the things I’ve done for comfort, the things I’ve done to please.
The things I’ve done to distract or put my mind to ease.
I wish a pair of arms, a pair of pills, a peaceful prayer
could fill the hole beneath my heart and chase away the beasts.
But no matter if I walk the streets of my hometown
or if I’m down the road to rage and ruin.
It seems no matter what say no matter what I do; Loneliness.
No matter if I stay, no matter if I go; Loneliness.
No matter what I do, no matter what I don’t; Loneliness
It seems like loneliness is always one step right behind me.
It seems like loneliness is always one step right behind.
