Though The Chances Are Slim

(instrumental interlude) To find what I thought would finally feel like home, The city was shining, but now it’s grown dim, Yet I still keep my hope, though the chances are slim. (instrumental interlude) But it all will be well, That’s the story I sell. Even if the days don’t go my way, I’ll keep saying, “It all will be well.” (Verse 2) I longed for the magic, the rush of it all, But sometimes the echoes are louder than the call. Still, I keep walking, I won’t look back, The city’s a train, I’ll stay on the track. (fade out) (end)