Railroaded

Well, I smoked my throat out last night
Hoping you’d call or just stop by
Now I’m wheezing like the Oakland sky
Feeling like the rusted tracks and forgotten dreams of the old train lines
It’s a perpetual stone in my shoe
One that I’ll always be trying to shake loose
An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side
More than a scratch beneath the skin
Somewhere between the beginning and the end
I don’t feel a lot lately
I don’t feel whole lately
I don’t feel much lately
But that’s how I hide, that’s how I hide
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
You wrote it down not to draw attention to yourself
You lit the pilot just to blow it out
Here the conversation’s always too loud
And we’re as pathetic as the jumper who listens to the crowd
To say I miss you wouldn’t be enough
I feel like tom waits singing «Diamonds And Rust»
And I’m as pathetic as a junkie who know what he does
It’s a perpetual stone in my shoe
One that I’ll always be trying to shake loose
An ache in my chest and a thorn in my pride
More than a scratch beneath the skin
Somewhere between the beginning and the end
I don’t feel a lot lately
I don’t feel whole lately
I don’t feel much lately
But that’s how hide, that’s how I hide
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh