Men With No Friends

They're the men who sweat when they gamble
While the coffee an' smoke stain their soul
Keeping nike's just inside dirty waistcoats
Keeping love in a rusty old hole
Broken dream deafly backing a looser
Never thinking why looser won't win
They're the heroes who went so unnoticed
That the efforts went out with the wind.

Near the road that flows to atlanta
On the bench where memories all end
To the trails back and forth from the bowery
March the hearts an' the men with no friends.

Wearing scars like medals from a battle
Fading tattoos smeared on old skin
Lucky strikes is all luck have left them
Photographs of young wives left for gin
They don't cry but their face is always cryin'
Ah, the nights get warm around dawn
That's their battle cry in the distance
Some say that they're just praise-in god.