Long Line - Peter Wolf

So here I am, baby

Right back where I’d been

I’ve been tossed around and twisted up

I’m on the outside lookin' in

Every mountain has its valley

Every valley has its climb

I got the weary blues from tryin'

'Cause it’s uphill all the time

It’s been a long, long line…

I don’t believe in angels

That watch you in the dark

You’re born alone, you die alone

You ride lonesome from the start

I’ve been chasing after fortune

I’ve been running after fame

It’s like trying to paint the sides

Of a fast moving train

It’s a long line…

These days are hard to figure

And so damn hard to take

When they’re passing on the real thing

And just buying what is fake

Last night I had a dream

And I hope it’s no sign

That there was no end

To this long, long line

I remember the old photo

And the letter that you sent

I was so straight back then

Now I’m twisted and I’m bent

Blossoms on the tree

They’re so delicate and fine

But when they fall from the branch

They just wither down with time

I can’t help myself no matter how I try

Desire has no rest

And anger has no eyes

Some people believe in miracles

They say it happens all the time

But I’m still waiting for the man

Who turns water into wine

It’s a long, long line…