Breakdown

The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving, There’s nobody nobody knows on the street; A few stranded souls standing cold at the station, An nowhere to go but to bed and to sleep. Lord, would you look at you, now that you’re here, ain’t you Proud of your peers and the long way you’ve come? All alone, all the way on your own, who’s to say That you’ve thrown it away for a song? Boy, you’ve sure come a long way from home. So it’s so long to so many so far behind you, Fair-weather friends that you no longer know; You’ve still got the same lonely songs to remind you Of someone you seemed to be so long ago. Lord, would you look at you, now that you’re here, ain’t you Proud of your peers and the long way you’ve come? All alone, all the way on your own, who’s to say That you’ve thrown it away for a song? Boy, you’ve sure come a long way from home.