The Winner (Trent Michael)

Well I'm going through the motions Seems it happens every night of every week Well it's an ever running cycle And the chance of breakin out of it seems weak Well my mind becomes a freight train And it never lets me get no decent sleep Oh Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot change And my heart it starts a pounding Messing up the way the blood goes through my veins Oh I never dream of nothin pleasant I'm always lost or gettin booed off of the stage Well the west coast was a desert And New York City black So I spent some time in Caroline To make my money back There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me Oh Well there's this busy little corner Half a mile down the road from where I live Where all these beautiful women Work the sidewalk with a little take and give Oh it's like an escalator walkway I just mind my own biz and make sure my money's hid Well I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day when he gets done from work He asks for Georgia cuz she's special, She reminds him he's a man and he has worth Oh but I don't judge him cuz he's honest Which is more'n I can say I've been since birth Oh Well the west coast was a desert And New York City black So I spent some time in Caroline To make my money back There's a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me So if you're led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the dark You leave a cartoon-colored legacy or a common watermark We always back the underdog because he's the only one we trust And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us