You might think you see a lucky man who made the grade.
I rise at the break of day, your smile sets me on my way.
Take the road where the eagle flies, man follows where his fortune lies.
You got your glory and you paid for it all, you take your pension in loneliness and alcohol.
You guard your hopes and pocket your dreams, you'd trade it all to avoid an unpleasant scene.
Lonely is the night when you find yourself alone.