Shooter Jennings - The Song Is Still Slipping Away

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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

Written by:
WAYLON ALBRIGHT JENNINGS

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