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