Empty Streets Blues 72 Miles From Las Vegas

Late at night, all alone
Phone don't ring, don't ring at home
Been so long since someone told
Pain inside, day by day
Pray and pray, but faith won't stay
Faith won't stay

Empty streets, empty mind
Left behind, left behind
Empty streets, empty soul
Getting old, getting old
Getting old and cold

Four years pass me by
Four it is make me cry
As I keep moving, walling on
Faint inside, won't let go
Deep down low, down below

Empty streets, empty mine
Left behind, left behind
Went to streets, went to soul
Getting old, getting old
Getting old and cold

People say, just believe
People say, don't you leave
But they don't know, no, they don't know
How it feels to be so all alone
Oh my, oh my, oh my

Empty streets, call my name
Playing games, playing game
Nothing changes, nothing's new
Nothing true, nothing true
Empty streets, empty mine
Left behind, left behind
Empty streets, empty soul
Getting old, getting old
Getting old and cold