Downtown

Text & musik: Johan Bohlin

I stumble down the street on a saturday morning
like a million times before
every sound’s pounding like a drum of war
wishing lord that I was stoned

i’m going down town
in a desperate attempt
to cure the blues i found
down town – in a desperate attempt
to pick myself off the ground

I see the bar through the haze
of last night’s disgrace
I love the early opening hours
hey bartender, that’s a face I remember
I know you like a brother

I spent more hours sitting here alone
than I ever spent at home
lying about the fire that once burned in my soul
drunken tales of rock’n’roll

i’m gonna break down
i’m drunker than ever,
i’mnotaman–i’maclown
break down
and it’s plainly too late,
to rise from the ground