Lyrics Saga – A Number With A Name

The hole in my pocket
A personal work of art
I know that I’ve lost it
Now how can I make a mark?

I’m not a bad driver
But not in a parking lot
Was never a pilot
Whenever it came to dosh

I’m mumbling sober
The meter is running cold
Won’t go any lower
The ladder is getting old

I’m driving on empty
I’m stuck in a rusty cage
And no one will save me
I’m wielding a ton of rage

Someone turned
The lighthouse down
And it began to rain
I think I need a bail out now?
A number with a name

The phone is not ringing
I’m getting a fear of heights
Now what was I thinking
As someone turned out the lights

I’m mapping out wall street
It kinda looks all the same
I’m mining for money
Don’t wanna be me today

Someone turned

You know we’re all the same
A number with a name
That’s how we play the game
A number with a name

Someone turned
The lighthouse down
And it began to rain
I think I need a bail out now?
A number with a name