Texty: Gaslight Anthem (The). American Slang. Orphans.

Goodbye circus wheel
May you rest along the sea
I have given you the fire of my youth
And the triumph o're my enemies
Goodbye fair weather home, and your faithless factories
I have given you the blood and the truth
from the wounds they laid onto me
And whatever they left, well, I kept it for my own heart

And the lonesome all understand
With the choirs in my head
And we were orphans before
We were ever the sons of regret
My baby
And on and on and on
the alphabet boys carry on
We were orphans before
We were ever the sons of these songs

And now my lights, they never go down
they waltz the moon and stars for me now
So you can find some local libertine
to take your daughters out on the town
And I can feel it in my aging bones
How the sound of the rain mixes up
into the fountains where I drank my hero's blood
So I left you to find my very own hat full of rain

And the lonesome all understand
With the choirs in my head
And we were orphans before
We were ever the sons of regret
My baby
And on and on and on
the alphabet boys carry on
We were orphans before
We were ever the sons of these songs

Now I'm trying to keep it straight
Learning all the streets and the alleyways
And learning where they lead
Now that I'm left alone here to drive
But it's so hard to stand on your own
Against mirror of glass, hard and cold
But the clothes I wore
Just don't fit my soul anymore
No the clothes I wore
Just don't fit my soul anymore

And the lonesome all understand
With the choirs in my head
And we were orphans before
We were ever the sons of regret
My baby
And on and on and on
the alphabet boys carry on
We were orphans before
We were ever the sons of these songs

When we were young
We were diamond Sinatras
Like something I saw in a dream
We kept our secrets in rooms
locked up tight like a tomb
Where the ballerinas lay