When tour is ova, holla at chur boi, asap!

All the years combine they melt into a dream. A broken angel sings from a guitar. In the end there's just a song, comes crying like the wind, through all the broken dreams and vanished years........When all the cards are down there's nothing left to see. There's just the pavement left and broken dreams. In the end there's still that song comes crying like the wind, down every lonely street, that's ever been..........I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel. Can't win for trying. Dust off those rusty strings just one more time. Gonna make em shine.It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free. There's nothing you can hold for very long. And when you hear that song, come crying like the wind, it seems like all this life, was just a dream??????