As he reads between the lines
where demons dance in ragged time
a letter falls from his trembling hand
for thirty years he'd served them well
no longer was he needed
now he stands a broken man

he'd sold his life for Friday nights
when freedom flashed within his sight
and pockets filled with dreams that quickly passed
now the chains of emptiness
tear into his soul
now he stands a broken man

now he stands within the line
where broken souls pass the time
in this the greatest unsolved crime
we're sorry but we have no work for you today
please stand to the side, don't get in our way

there was a time in this fair land
where once he stood above the sand
his family sheltering beneath his powerful hands
but now he walks the streets in search
of something to believe in
now he stands a broken man
now he stands a broken man

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Words & Music By Nemo James