I met him in an bar, he was screaming out my name I turned around an took a seat just right next to him We talked a while 'bout good old times an how it all got lost We filled our glasses, drank straight up, the drinks were at my cost I kind of saw it in his eyes empty, grey and pale there must be something wrong with him, was in a real bad shape He spoke with a bleating voice, tears were in his eyes No need to hide out anyway, saw pain through the disguise One, for the failure of my dreams 'Cause I'm weaker than it seem I've never been that strong What 'bout the writing on the wall? How come I've never seen it all? I was blind but- Don't look back Don't look back It started when my woman died, back in '89 I can't remember countless days that I…