The thrill is gone

A melancholy sound of a saxophone

I sit here on my own

And a singer steps up to the microphone

Singing a sad song

And I remember when we did belong

Before all went wrong

And though I maybe strong

I wonder

How long can this go on?

When we're running in the wheel of life

Looking back on our struggles and strife

Maybe we've learned

Not to grab the blade of the knife