Broadway is dark tonight-
A little bit weaker than you used to be.
Broadway is dark tonight.
See the young man sitting in the old man's bar,
Waiting for his turn to die.
The cowboy kills the rock star.
And Friday night's gone too far.
The dim light hides the years,
On all the faded girls.
Forgotten, but not gone;
You drink it off your mind.
You talk about the world,
Like it's some place that you've been.
You see you'd love to run home but you know you ain't got one.
Cause you're living in a world that you're best forgotten around here.
Broadway is dark tonight-
A little bit weaker than you used to be.
Broadway is dark tonight.
See the young man sitting in the old man's bar,
Waiting for his turn to die.
You choke down all your anger;
Forget your only son.
You pray to statues when you sober up, for fun.
Your anger don't impress me.
The world slapped in your face.
It always rains like hell on the Loser's Day parade.
You see you'd love to run home but you know ain't got one.
Cause you're living in a world that you're best forgotten.
When you're thinking of a joke and nobody's gonna listen,
To the one small point I know they've been missing around here.
Broadway is dark tonight-
A little bit weaker than you used to be.
Broadway is dark tonight.
See the young man sitting in the old man's bar,
Waiting for his turn to die.
You see you'd love to run home but you know ain't got one.
Cause you're living in a world that you're best forgotten.
When you're thinking of a joke and nobody's gonna listen,
To the one small point I know they've been missing around here, 'round here.
Broadway is dark tonight-
A little bit weaker than you used to be.
Broadway is dark tonight.
See the young man sitting in the old man's bar,
Waiting for his turn to die.