It's another lonely evening in another lonely town.
Another empty bottle in another empty bed
Too young to be alone but not too old to cry about.
I'm just another lonely head, I think this is no reason to be mad.
„I'm gonna go on (go on) middle finger high up in the air, someday I'll be there at the edge of the road where all of my dreams are able to come true."
Another lonely heart, but there's no time to regret.
Bought myself a one way ticket, going down the wrong way.
Another empty bottle in my hand, no reason to deny.
I'm not to old to realise that I overtried.
But until I'm on my way down this rocky road, there's this old song stuck into my head
„I'm gonna go on (go on) middle finger high up in the air, someday I'll be there at the edge of the road where all of my dreams are able to come true."