I thought to leave your bed for the street   Was as simple as saying goodbye   I couldn't see how blind a man could be   Or how quickly life can fly      As the lines in my face grow deeper   And the will of my soul runs dry   I find that I drink more and more   From the memories of you and I      The taste of fame is fire to me no more   The attention and hunger have gone   All I have left the money and the game   I'm a prisoner to the route I'm on      As the lines in my face grow deeper   And the will of my soul runs dry   I find that I drink more and more   From the memories of you and I