The Song Is Still Slipping Away Lyrics - Shooter Jennings

1, 2, 3 

1, 2, 3 

With a bag, a bottle and this old guitar 

In the back of some bus on the road 

I'm living the high life with nothing to show 

But a love that's letting me go 

Your heroes turn out to be assholes 

The light that you're chasing in the tunnel is a train 

The singer's in key, the guitars in tune 

But the song is still slipping away 

And the lights of the city paint a stage in the night 

For two hearts breaking in time 

And wild horses are cursed with their freedom in mind 

And a hunger left burning inside 

Your heroes turn out to be assholes 

And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train 

The singer's in key, the guitars in tune 

But the song is still slipping away 

Then slowly nothing else matters 

As the white and the black become gray