歌词
Verse 1:
The lights are dim, the lanes are shining bright,
In this game of strikes, I face my darkest night,
I grip the ball, hope swells inside my chest,
But with a single roll, I fail the test.
It veers to the side, my heart sinks low,
A gutter ball, the end of my show,
In the crowd's soft murmur, I feel the sting,
As dreams of strikes vanish with a swing.
Chorus:
Oh, these gutter blues, they weigh me down,
In this bowling alley, I'm the clown,
Every throw, a chance to redeem,
But the gutter claims each shattered dream.
With every roll, I hope for more,
Yet the gutter greets me at the floor,
In this game of highs and lows, I lose,
Caught forever in these gutter blues.
Verse 2:
I watch the pins stand tall and mock my aim,
In this lonely game, there's no one else to blame,
I take a breath, try to clear my mind,
But the fear remains, the gutter's not kind.
The ball slides slow, my fate it seals,
The crashing pins, a sound I barely feel,
With each failed roll, my spirit wanes,
Trapped in this cycle, bound by chains.
Chorus:
Oh, these gutter blues, they haunt my nights,
In this hollow alley, no end in sight,
Every frame, a battle, hope in vain,
But the gutter pulls me back again.
With every try, I seek the light,
But the gutter whispers, holds me tight,
In this endless game, my heart I lose,
Caught forever in these gutter blues.
Bridge:
In the echoes of the lanes, I find my fight,
Determined now to turn wrongs into right,
I’ll face the gutter with a steady hand,
And strive again to make my final stand.
Chorus:
Oh, these gutter blues, they weigh me down,
In this bowling alley, I’m the clown,
Every throw, a chance to redeem,
But the gutter claims each shattered dream.
Oh, these gutter blues, they haunt my nights,
In this hollow alley, no end in sight,
Every frame, a battle, hope in vain,
But the gutter pulls me back again.
Outro:
As the night fades and the lights grow dim,
I’ll find my strength and rise again,
For in these blues, I’ll plant my fight,
To conquer the gutter and find the light.
