"The Winner" lyrics - MICHAEL TRENT

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

[Chorus:]
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 one's 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
And he asks for Georgia 'cause she's special
She reminds him he's a man and he has worth
Oh but I don't judge him 'cause he's honest
Which is more'n I can say I've been since birth

[Chorus:]
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 one's for the winner, this one must be for me
Oh
Oh
Oh

[Bridge:]
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 'cause he's the only one we trust
And if that one's for the winner, this one must be for us