Straight Ahead Songtext

von 6th Avenue Tale

Straight Ahead

There's a man holding a barfly, an empty bottle in his hand
Look straight ahead, hushing a scar of yesterday's beloved cigars
So his head is filled with hopes and intentions he just made
Look at them now, petering out like the whiskey's seeping trough his feeble hands

SO FAR AND IN BETWEEN, THESE ARE REQUIEMS FOR DREAMS
THAT WERE BORN AND RAISED TODAY, BUT TOMORROW THEY'RE FORGOTTEN ANYWAY

Now the question for the mirror, who's that pale and thinning face?
When black replaces white, just nip to know that your alive
"One last drink to boost the brainwork, yeah tomorrow will be mine!"
Out of hopes he spins the ropes, but the tug of war he loses every day

He counts these days and drinks them away
Forcing the deadlock of soul and brain
Looks at his barfly "be my best friend"
In your eyes we can read that nothing becomes real in the end

SO FAR AND IN BETWEEN, THESE ARE REQUIEMS FOR DREAMS
THAT WERE BORN AND RAISED TODAY, BUT TOMORROW THEY'RE FORGOTTEN ANYWAY

There's a man holding a barfly, a lonely bottle in his hand
Look straight ahead, count every scar and you will know that all this lies will lead too far...