Graveyard Johnnys | The Wasted

From the album "Songs From Better Days" out now on Bomber Music.

Video by Hamish Kay @ Trust Productions

LYRICS :

When I was a boy of the land and not the sea,
I'd walk the streets all night waiting for you to come to me,
dreaming of the things that I wanted us to be when we grow old.
Money and possessions would all be in the past,
I'd seldom anyone come between us, shadows nay be cast,
treating every moment like it's bound to be our last when we grow old...

...but now the ocean roars, I belong to her now no longer am I yours and we sing...

So don't wait up for me I won't be coming home,
I've been wayward far too long and born to be alone.

Our time has been and gone, this letter is my last,
so don't waste anymore of your time dwelling on the past,
sing those songs from better days and raise another glass to growing old.

...but now the ocean roars, I belong to her now no longer am I yours and we sing...

So don't wait up for me I won't be coming home,
I've been wayward far too long and born to be alone.

Are we the wasted or born to be alone?

So don't wait up for me I won't be coming home,
I've been wasted far too long and born to be alone.