Nothing to Lose - Andrew Combs

I remember standing in a bit of rain

And seeing my reflection in the windowpane

Staring back with stranger’s eyes

Skin and bones in an overcoat

Silhouette all bent and broke

Counting coins for a bottle of wine

Pride got the best of me

And she took the rest of me

Look close and all you’ll see

A man with nothing is fighting for something

God bless nothing to lose

To lose

Dirty books and magazines

Lovers on the movie screens

Talking, walking my broken dreams in the cold

Loneliness draws me near

There’s no way but up from here

I’m stoned alone and it’s clear

A man with nothing is fighting for something

God bless nothing to lose

To lose

A man with nothing is fighting for something

God bless nothing to lose