Another round, another story,
Sunset bleeding through the walls,
Still trying to be the hero,
No one needs and no one calls,
I was sleeping with the sirens,
And flashing lights that I call friends,
A decade living On the Road,
And I know how that story ends,
But tonight, we laugh like children,
Her eyes tell me I could belong,
Still I have soles left on my shoes,
A tank of gas that says she’s wrong,
All of these stars still burn so bright,
And I know I should have known,
If you’re the one that got away,
That just means you’re all alone.