There will be no miracles at the end of my story
no moment of redemption, no victory, no glory.
There will be no miracles at my journey's end
just missed opportunity blowing in Novembers wind.
There came no hero to save the day
just a few memories now fading away
There was no triumphant rise to victory
just a broken heart filled with misery
The lost years, the many tears,
the empty heart of a man drowning his sorrow in beer.
I watched many people go about their life's travel
and when their dreams came true, my life came unraveled.
I have seen some of the coldest days, and the loneliest nights
truth be told, I just lived, a never really had a life.
I have never regained all that I have lost
for bridges have burned on the path I came across