Zak Pacillo - Same Old Story Lyrics

Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home. Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home
I grew up around a lot of f*ckin' alcohol, I had a father that couldn't be bothered just to call, I've seen a lot and experienced things you couldn't dream, I've slept in bile and traveled miles beyond my means, no money in my pocket traveled 20 states, busses from Boston to Austin with no food on my plate, I've bummed change on a median, don't care what it takes, I've been the highest and the lowest while surrounded by snakes and I'm still
Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home. Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home
I've been homeless and alone a thousand miles from home, bus station benches out in Richmond in the wind and the cold, when I was thirteen I would walk to Portland just to perform, no public transportation so I'm used to getting the bone, and I ain't doggin' on my mom, she did the best that could and I thank her for keeping me and my brother out of the hood, economic recession left us all out in the street, you kept it moving and improving 'til we got on our feet, and I love you
Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home. Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home
I gave up drinking for my kids, I know that some can relate, I put them on a pedestal so they'll be safe from the waves because addiction is a bitch and won't relent 'til you break, I'm blurring words out on this paper from these tears on my face, and I won't let my kids see the f*ckin' challenges laced with bad decisions and the selfishness of saving my grace, I had to leave my world and family to finish the race, I lost myself and I was gone but I'm still standing today and I'm still
Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home. Walking down this lonely road, through the rain and through the cold, empty houses, empty soul, same old story, broken home.