This, this is not my life. This, this is not my life. . This is not my face,. This is not my place, no it's just isn't right. . This, this is not my life.
I hear the ringing of the telephone. No one's home and none of you can reach me. I'm alone and I feel fine. There's nothing anyone can sell to me. Nothing new, none of you can teach me.
No one knows the way. (Which way the wind is gonna blow my mind). Another day has slipped away. (And I have wasted so much time goes by). . I feel like I'm floating out in space.
Ain't as easy as it looksto grow flowers in the dirt. All of my friends are livin' underground. Put away your wedding ringout on Highway 63. All your worriestake their place in line.
Telephone calls. Apartment A is at it again. Paper thin walls. She's been sleeping around with other men. And other women. But right about now her head is swimming.
Oh yeah. Huh. I'm gonna get under your skin. Sooner or later. I'll find the key that lets me in. Sooner or later. Yeah, 'cause you just can't keep me down.
Slow drag of a cigarette. Slow drag and I'm lying in my bed. All the world is sleeping like a baby tonight. I wanna lay you down in the ground alright.
Took a ride up to Reno. Diamond star halo. Lookin' around. Pushin' blues at the station. I feed the frustration that's kickin' around. . But you don't even know what day it is.
She's blood, flesh and bone. no tucks or silicone. She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound. but somehow I can't believe. that anything should happen.
Shortwave. Cold gray rainy Sunday. BBC world service. I found, I found the strangest music. But I lost the station. . Shortwave. Pulls in Oklahoma. It's too close to home.
Ridin' round and round. In my car I can't afford to go very far. It needs a new transmission and new brakes. . Parking tickets. I cannot pay. They're gonna have to tow me away.
She, she belongs to me. But she doesn't know it. She comes walking down the street. She don't notice me. . And she comes round. She know how to turn me inside out.
I never told you the truth. Holding your hand at the end of the rainbow. Left you with nothing to lose. I can't cry anymore. I can't cry anymore. I used to be bulletproof.
One thing that I must have missed. When I first met you. Is that you only meant to love me. Until you found someone new. I guess I should have seen. That you had one foot out the door.
I went walking through the red light. Through the dark night, in the winter. Pretty girls in the window. Pretty girls staring back at me. I went walking cross the St. Charles.
You oughtta see you. You're always bitchin' about something. People wanna be you. But they don't know ya like I do now. . There's always something wrong in your perfect world.
Rip out the trees and plant your flag. Now I know just where you stand. Nature means nothing to you. Something that you can't control. And we make ourselves miserable.
Sometimes I feel like I'm drunk behind the wheel. the wheel of possibility. However it may roll, give it a spin. See if you can somehow factor in. You know there's always more than one way.
As I wake I see a morning star. Through the window dimly shines. Its final statement at the closing of the day. I've got a few more minutes of night time before I rise.
Well they've been writing your name on a bathroom wall. But it don't mean nothing, it don't mean nothing. They want to ruin your life, they wann see you take a fall.