There is an old man sitting at the corner bar
Wondering why he never got that far
He keeps regretting, he tries forgetting
Raise a glass to the tears he's shedding

I hope you never have to play that game
Where every turn looks exactly the same
It feels so strange that/when life won't change
Who's to blame? Is it prearranged?

There is a young girl standing at a borderline
Wondering if she's gonna jump this time
She can't go back, she can't go on
It's been this way for far too long

I hope you never have to play that game
Where every turn looks exactly the same
It feels so strange that/when life won't change
You did the crime but still feel framed