Lyrics

Hey Gilbert Connolly, where are you headed now
You?ve been walking these streets for thirty years
You know every brick in town
Sleep underneath the exit ramp, ear at the Light of Life
The hopes and dreams that you once knew
Just memories in your mind

It?s one more night
Followed by one more day
One more breath, your life slips away

Somebody said your only son, he died three weeks ago
Worked in a high rise building, had two sons of his own
Picture stained with tears of joy, tears of loneliness
Of that little boy, big blue eyes, and a sweet young loving wife

It?s one more night
Followed by one more day
One more breath, your life slips away

Loneliness is like a brother
Solitude is peace at hand
Battle lines were drawn so long ago
Now you?re hanging by a thread in the best of times
Hanging by a thread in the best of times

Hey Gilbert Connolly, what are you thinking now
Is it a hero?s wish or your mother?s voice
Just shadows on the ground
Grant Street suites go walking past, can?t look you in the eye
They couldn?t hold your hand in the Saigon night
Or mend your broken mind

It?s just one more night
Followed by one more day
One breath, your life slips away