My Turn

Three A.M. at 'The Midtown'
I can taste it in my eyes
They still call it Sunday morning
Man, It feels like the middle of the night

Joey's there with some high strung girl
Who's trying real hard to be Madonna
Way down at the end of the bar
There's a guy who reminds me of my father

Me, I'd like to get out of here
Don't wanna waste another year
But this town's got a way of pulling you in
Still I'd like to see how it feels to win

I'm the son of a working man
Believer of the second chance
Is it my turn
I'm the rider of the 'Also-Ran'
The player with the folded hand
When is it my turn to dance

I think a lot when I drinking alone
And them damn fears build up inside
How many shots do I get
'Till I get this thing right

And that rainy day I've been saving for
Seems like it's never gonna come around
Man, I know if I don't make a move
I'm gonna stay right here and drown

Yea, I'd like to get out of here
I don't wanna waste another year
But this town's got a way of pulling you in
Still I gotta know how it feels to win

I'm the son of a working man
Believer of the second chance
Is it my turn
I'm the rider of the 'Also-Ran'
The player with the folded hand
When is it my turn
Tell me it's my turn

I'm the son of a working man
When is it my turn to dance

Son of a working man
Son of a working man
When is it going to be my turn to dance
Son of a working man
Son of a working man...