Second Best Songtext
von Horace Pinker

eyes collide with my feet couldn′t keep my head up or my vision with the
street i fall down in a heap i'm afraid i can′t keep fooling anyone but
me i'm not what i thought i really want to be but it's like when you′re
never really satisfied when it comes around to me i′ll always second guess
second best and it's a sloe gin sippin′ away and it's the best you′ll never
have so when i come around i think you better meet me halfway look around
not a sound i have found not one reason a failure it's all i′ll be it's
a failure it's all i′ll be