He’s a king he’s a poor boy a tower in a stream
See him standing out there so all alone
Well I guess that he’ll keep standing there
Until he’s called for
And tomorrow’s hurricanes have blown
Its his fate through old another story told
He found no trusts to call his own
His way was lost his spirit was the cost
He couldn't make up for the loan
But many brave man are returning
Back to the place where it began
And all our tires are still burning
When the devil’s faults lay parching in the sands
And the nightman is waiting at the station
Gathering on the steps one by one
I suggest that you make a reservation
Before all these things are done
Upon high the blues
His life was filled with pain
When he heard the news
He lost a line in vain
Someone went for word
His house went up in flames
They didn't need the smoke
To show the cops the blame
All your secrets they've all been told
Playing in your Scarlet and your Gold
He's a king he's a poor boy a tower in a stream
See him standing out there so all alone
Well I guess he'll keep standing there
Until he's called for
And tomorrows hurricanes have blown
But many brave men are returning
Back to the place where it began
And our tires are still burning
When the devils faults lay parching in the sands
And the nightman is waiting at the station
Gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest that you make a reservation
Before all these things are done
See him standing out there so all alone
Well I guess that he’ll keep standing there
Until he’s called for
And tomorrow’s hurricanes have blown
Its his fate through old another story told
He found no trusts to call his own
His way was lost his spirit was the cost
He couldn't make up for the loan
But many brave man are returning
Back to the place where it began
And all our tires are still burning
When the devil’s faults lay parching in the sands
And the nightman is waiting at the station
Gathering on the steps one by one
I suggest that you make a reservation
Before all these things are done
Upon high the blues
His life was filled with pain
When he heard the news
He lost a line in vain
Someone went for word
His house went up in flames
They didn't need the smoke
To show the cops the blame
All your secrets they've all been told
Playing in your Scarlet and your Gold
He's a king he's a poor boy a tower in a stream
See him standing out there so all alone
Well I guess he'll keep standing there
Until he's called for
And tomorrows hurricanes have blown
But many brave men are returning
Back to the place where it began
And our tires are still burning
When the devils faults lay parching in the sands
And the nightman is waiting at the station
Gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest that you make a reservation
Before all these things are done
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