Memories Of You And I

I thought to leave your bed
For the street was as simple as saying goodbye
I couldnt see how blind a man can be
Lord, how quickly life can fly

As the lines in my face grow deeper
And the well of my soul runs dry
I find that I drink more and more
From the memories of you and I

The taste of fame is fire to me no more
The tension and hunger have gone
All I have left are money an' the game
Im a prisoner too low, Im on

As the lines in my face grow deeper
And the well of my soul runs dry
I find that I drink more and more
To the memories of you and I