Testo: Down By Law. Last Of The Sharpshooters. Burning Heart.

Every now & then I feel this place is going down
I'll catch the next train into town
there's romance on the streets tonight
& every lonely hearts alright
and I think that I could find my way if I could find my way to you
so many pathways I have roamed
will I ever feel at home?
so many streets for a burning heart
but fewer roads to get a brand new start
I think that I could fin my way if I could find my way to you
I'm looking forward to not looking back
trying to find a way to get on track
sitting in this room all by myself
oh lonely boy - what you gonna do?
every now & then I feel I'm a burning heart in a place where nothings real
pouring rain all around me but I don't care
have you got a hope for me to steal?