Born to Lose
From 'The 8-Year Gap'

She left and the door slammed
Tattooed an echo on his mind
She felt a bit older
Much colder
Hard and harsh inside

Head in hand
The phone rang
And Cher sang on the radio
“It’s me babe, your lover
None other, forget that girl
And come outside”

Flew Red Eye
Drank red wine
And read “Time”
Over and over
A new place
New city
Found true love
And a new career

Chorus
I loved, I lost
I think I’ll miss you most
I took your price paid my dues
Seems like I was born to lose

End Chorus
My hopes, my dreams
Come ripping at the seams
I told myself to fly
It’s easier than watching myself cry