Wasted Man

Walking alone in an empty street of the city

The cold cold winds are smashing to my face

No light to see as the day’s going to be ended

And there is sense of weariness that makes me fall

I’m a wasted man, a wasted man who’s a dreamer

I’m a wasted man, a wasted man who’s a believer

Walking alone in an empty street of the city

And raise my head under rain to wash away my pains

When I’m looking your eyes now I can tell you

what you mean baby

I’m not half the man you wanted me to be

I’m a wasted man, a wasted man who’s a dreamer

I’m a wasted man, a wasted man who’s a believer



Turn the pages of my destiny that I don’t want to hear

Wake me up when the sun’s shining on me too

That I need this to feel

I need to feel

Walking alone in an empty street of the city