Lyrics The Song Is Still Slipping Away - Shooter Jennings

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With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar
In the back of some bus on the road
I′m living the high life with nothing to show
But a love that's letting me go

Your heroes turn out to be assholes
The light that you′re chasing in the tunnel is a train
The singer's in key, the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away

And the lights of the city paint a stage in the night
For two hearts breaking in time
And wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind
And a hunger left burning inside

Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train
The singer′s in key, the guitars in tune
But the song is still slipping away

Then slowly nothing else matters
As the white and the black become gray