Songtext von Cocaine Cowboys

A whiskey, a line, again and again. We're at our worst (no worse for war lately.) Well, it was me against the world til you came crawling back. A reason, a rhyme, a dance, a fight, it won't be long til we're out of time to shine and make a life out of the miles of broken dreams that symbolize my need to leave tonight. I'll be alright. I might be down on my luck today. A simple mind thinks simple things again