Might as well keep on
I’ve nothing left to lose
Nothing left to lose
They’ve taken everything
Left me with nothing
Nothing left to lose
Gotta put some distance
Between me and the past
Till the chains that bind me
Fall free at last
Nothing left to lose
Ain’t always a bad thing
Cause when lower than low
Only one way to go
Nothing left to lose
What they took they can have
I’m starting over
With nothing left to lose.
No one danced, no one spoke, the place stayed quite while the song played.
Mike returned his hat to his head.
A man approached, tall and slim, with short red hair. "Wanna dance?"
Mike hadn’t danced in public before. One of many firsts he planned for tonight. How hard could it be to move to the rhythm? He had in his room sometimes, when his folks weren’t around. "Sure."
One dance became two. “Buy you a beer?” the stranger asked. He had a nice smile, and was a few years older than Mike, thirty maybe, but he didn’t swagger and strut like some of the men in this place.
“Sure.” Accepting a drink from the man didn’t mean he couldn’t say no later if he changed his mind.
The stranger’s smile bloomed. “I’ll be right back.”
Mike reclaimed his table and the man returned. He’d taken two sips of beer when the guy said, “Wanna get out of here?”
Mike’s heart pounded double-time. This was it, the moment he’d come here for. “What you got in mind?”
“I’m from out of town. Got a room at the Hyatt.” He stood and held out his hand.
Mike sealed the deal with palm against palm.
The guy downed his drink and left the glass on the table. Mike dared not drink any more. No telling how badly the alcohol might hit.
