The Man Who's Always Lost

The man who's always lost

Keeps his fingers crossed

He might get wise or sick and tired

And take off

The man who's always home

Feeling so alone

Driving back and forth, he's a slave to the work

But he's the boss

Round and round, was it east or west?

He took a wrong turn, was it right or was it left?

Dreams about the days before

When he was poor and happier

The man who stays out late

Every waitress knows his name

It's no surprise, they like the tips and so they smile

But that's the game

Why it's hard to say

He just can't walk away

The man accepts the cost

He's cold enough to frost

While he waits to feel his sun

Wonders aimlessly for fun

He's the man who's always lost