Runnin' from the feelin',
Can't disquise.
Findin' all your reasons,
And alibies.
You can say your pleasin',
It's not that way at all,
Headed for a fall.
Lookin' for excuses,
To hide your shame.
But all your little looses,
Don't change a thing.
Your the one who loses,
By runnin' from it all,
Backs against the wall,
Your headed for a fall.
For a fall.
Starrin' out your window, at the pourin' rain.
Tryin' to hide your sorrow, in your sweet champaign.
You can lose your troubles, in the bungles of your wine,
Only makes em easier to find.
Easier to find.
All your wasted chances,
How do they feel?
All your sweet romances,
Were never real.
Your the one who dances,
Gotta pay the piper's call,
Backs against the wall.
Your headed for a fall.
Your headed for a fall!
Headed for a fall.
