Hem of the Fray

No one is coming for you In this budget hotel In this makeshift saloon On this highway to hell No one is coming for you On this beach far away At the side of the court At the hem of the fray No one is coming for you At the end of the day Of the day No one is coming for you When you're eating alone With your head filled with thorns And the football is on No one is coming for you In the depths of this heat When you're talking to God Or a girl that is cheap No one is coming for you That you'd wanna meet The thorns, the fire, messiah