The man who's always lost keeps his fingers crossed He might get wise or sick and tired and take off The man who's always home feeling so alone Driving back and forth, he's a slave to his work, but he's the boss Round and round, is it east or west? He took a wrong turn, is it right or is it left? Dreams about the days before when he was poor and happier The man who stays out late, every waitress knows his name It's no surprise they like the tips and they smile, but that's the game Why, it's hard to say, he just can't walk away The man accepts the cost, he's cold enough to frost While he waits to feel the sun, wanders aimlessly for fun He's the man who's always lost