Barstool Warrior (Live at Hammersmith Apollo, London, UK, 2020)

In a dark and lonely corner

Of a time worn dockside inn

Sits a local barstool warrior

Talking to his gin

Tracing past decisions

He motions for a shot

Is he doomed to be a man this world forgot

Just a prisoner of the monster on his back

Call it bad luck

Call it fate

Call it stuck here the rest of my days

Serves me right

What went wrong and where do I belong

In the glow of flashing lights

On the shoulder of a road

Clutching at the bruises on her skin

She tries to signal danger

With anguish in her eyes

Will he see the world of pain she's in

Or is it too late

Was it bad luck

Was it fate

Or a past that she couldn't escape

It's not right

Something's wrong

Just where do I belong

Promises made

Crying in vain

All empty

Never accepting the blame

And not letting go of the shame

A river of tears as months turn to years

All wasted

On someone not willing to change

Now only a shadow remains

No one can save you

And there's no one to save

It has been written

You will become all you think

All you feel

All you dream

Now I'm cutting the anchor away

And I won't look back

I'm starting a new life today

Now I see where I belong