From the recording Midnight at the Hilltop Hotel

Forgotten Alley was a road sign the guys "borrowed" after band practice one night.

Lyrics

Forgotten Alley
A tale of sorrow told of sound,
And all can feel the pain.
The guitar man he spills his guts,
Out on a piece of wood with strings.
The music is so very real,
The question becomes clear:
"How many times can one man drown,
In an ocean full of fear?"
(Chorus)
Instead of losing all control,
And breaking down to ease his soul.
He just set himself free in a sea of sound,
The sound of uncried tears.
Many pains and many pleasures.
A buried chest of broken treasures.
Musical highways, freedoms roads,
Carry so many burning souls.
Come from no place they're going nowhere.
Got on at Lost Man's Corner,
Down on Forgotten alley.
Miles from any streets.
(Chorus)
Remains of scribbled scraps of paper,
Broken hearts and broken strings.
Remains of scribbled scraps of paper,
Broken hearts and broken strings.
Light the way for the weary traveler,
With the fi re that's in your heart.
No one gets to ride for free,
We all must play the part.
And when it comes your time to pay, man
And you don't have the change.
They'll lock you up and throw you down,
Broken and enraged.
(Chorus)
And all along the roadside the weary travelers sing,
Bury me deep in a sea of sound.
The sound of untried years.
Remains of scribbled scraps of paper,
Broken hearts and broken strings.
Remains of scribbled scraps of paper,
Broken hearts and broken strings.