Chris Ridire - Chapter Seven Lyrics

At least I know there are other people now
The question now is "Where are they hiding?"
I walk down the road knocking on random doors
But there is no sign of life at all

I find a little café
The doors are locked from inside
I try to kick a window in
But I bounce right off

Fall over backwards and scrape my hand
Grit and gravel rammed under the skin
I get up and think "I need to clean the wound
I'll see if this place has a tap out back"

And it's just my rotten luck
The gate is bolted tight
I can't get a grip to climb over
Looks like my luck has run dry