The North End

Same old ground, just a few steps behind from where I used to be Glad to see the future didn't fail you like it failed me Old friends tell the same old stories At Ends, we shake the same old hands Waking up early on Saturdays alone Taking this all on

With some question of conquest and how it always relates to me and mine And how you always end up disappointing someone It takes more than a steady hand to help guide me It takes more than prescription pills to bring me back How nothing's ever right