I Sold My Hopes - Lunatic Wolf

I sold my hopes

On the street to a young man

He had a map and a master plan

Tied to his waist was a sword

And tender were his words

«Why do we all have ready feet?»

I sold my hopes

Cost me nothing to give them away

But it sure meant something

Something I found hard to display or recognise

Seen it all before through these tired and weary eyes

I can’t let that happen to you

No, not for the life of me

I’m barking up the street

It only echoes back at me

I intend to find that face I’ll recognise

What’s that?

Through the crowd I see him bow

But it’s me he sees right through