I've got a numbing sensation its running through my veins
A small crowd forms beneath the smoke-filled stage
Not a doubt in mind, a crown in hand
Once last kick at a dented can
And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
I'm the living dead, I'm trying to turn the page
Alone together with booze, heartbreak, & age
I ruled the sound waves, I blazed a trail
But others stood as I fell, so I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
I've been covering my tracks one mic thru the next
A rolling stop but this is where it ends
When the lights are down & the act is done
No one cares what you've seen or won
Nostalgia's such an awful place
When they know the tune but not your face
So I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
So I'm gone, long, long, gone
I've got a numbing sensation its running through my veins
And I'm gone, gone, gone