Growing up in the downturn Is when the boy becomes the man Learning to live with no food or money When it's taken from his hands But rich hearts live under poor coats From the gutter to the gallows, it's a long road With many paths to choose Same old story, same old story, same old story now I've lived a little longer, more or less I'm stronger And the darkest night is just before the dawn At the heart of the storm. I feel like I'm at the centre of a hurricane, caught up in the winds Plundered of all of my riches in a world where nice guys never win My life is splitting asunder, like a quicksand I'm being pulled under And I can't fight no more Eagle-eyed and wide eyed surprise corner me in a slight reprise Of a scene that I acted and I only know too well Stirring my whiskey with my own self doubt It's the bottom of the bottle that can help me out And I can't fight no more I've lived a little longer, more or less I'm stronger And the darkest night is just before the dawn At the heart of the storm.