Things are so much harder now

no matter how I try

Junkyard days and toxic waste

still love is on my mind

I can see the ledge now

Golden Gate is falling from behind

(falling from behind) (?)

well if you call this living,

I just wanna hang my head and cry

Voices in my head

telling me that I am lost

Pills and alcohol

are making me a lost cause

I can see the ledge now

Golden Gate is falling from behind

(falling from behind) (?)

Well if you call this living,

I just wanna hang my head and cry

repeat chorus