Night Rider

After years and years his has hands had begun to turn rough

The dreams disappeared with his youth and his hope had dried up

The only sincere look he ever will wear on his face

Is a far-off stare that holds every last drop of his pain

The jack-of-all-trades he lives on the run

Well there's nowhere to rest he can't fit in with just anyone

He's good at all things, but master of none

Yeah they all keep their distance he ain't close with a single one

He rides through town fast and leaves every place with his mark