I'm flat on the floor with my head down low. Where the sky can't rain on me anymore. Don't knock on my door 'cause I won't come. I'm hidin' from the storm 'til the damage gets done.
Now we are walking in the footsteps of our fathers. Standing in the shadows of our mothers. Trying to learn from those who came before us. I see the road maps in the lines upon their face.
Let's jump in my El Camino. Roll the windows down. Thought we'd see. What kind 'a trouble we could find. Out on this messed up little town. Put the Boss on the radio.
Tell me if you want more. Tell me if you can't have more. Would that be the last that I would ever see of you. I'm not a hero to reverse. But let's identify the victim here.