Saw your friend working in this hotel. Says he used to know you when. And your dreams. Lucky as they seemed. They all turned their back on him. Truth be known. Truth be known. Way I feel tonight. Living in this back street town. 'Bout my dreams. They all seem to fade. As soon as I put my money down. Truth be known. When the fire that once was your friend. Burns your fingers to the bone. And your song meets a sudden end. Echoing through right and wrong. Truth be known. Truth be known.