Boulevard (feat. A Girl Called Eddy)

Friday At the Boulevard The drinks they pour like rain And the folks there know your name But they don't know you Pool sharks Girls with wounded hearts The whiskey numbs their brains And the smoke stained window panes Reflect the sad view And it all just slips away Sometimes you wanna walk out in the sun Sometimes you wanna walk out in the sun When you're caught up in a race And it's fate you can't outrun Blame it on the bullet Not the gun Monday On the morning train The travelers stumble in Wearing suits like second skin Expressions vacant Deadlines Working overtime The wheel, it always turns Till they're ashes in the urn With no one to claim them And they all just fade away Sometimes you wanna walk out in the sun Sometimes you wanna walk out in the sun When you play the cards you're dealt In a game that's never won Blame it on the bullet Not the gun