Jett starts his day eyes scrunched waking up in the fray of the
Last call of the bar eight blocks down the way
Sift through the gray fog laying thick on the page of
Last night's account of the games he had played
Let out a groan, put on some clothes
Uh oh she's now buzzing his phone
He's no stones throw, but got to find a way back home
He's falling from highs, energy low
He stops dead and he suddenly knows
That he's dangerously close to a line he does not want to toe
Where did he lose sight?
He thought everything was going right
Now he's got to fight just to find a reason why
He's been unkind
He's back home with rows of gold that he really hopes is
Well worth all those relationships sold
Still falling from highs, energy low
Uh oh his barriers fold, he feels cold and sees that he's all alone
Where did he lose sight?
He thought everything was going right
But now he's got to fight just to find a reason why
He's been unkind