Sometimes i don't see things as clearly. As i would like to see. I keep moving without a purpose to shield me. From all the blows that aching people throw.
Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes, the only thing you have is a song. And in these times, in these times, in these lonely, lonely times, I will sing along.
Just a high school kid with a strong arm. From throwing them rocks at an old barn. Got a full-ride shot, gonna be a star. No, it don't take much. . Now he's got that old town facing.