I been circling. The side of my hands. Reserves are running low and. I'm looking for a place to land. 'Cause far too young I learned to fly. So I should know now as a man.
Mama I'm hurting, in the worst way. I got no money in my pocket, no place to stay. And when I see you out in the streets. Never know what to say. Oh but it doesn't matter mama.
I'm learnin' to cry. Since she walked out on me. I'm learnin' to cry. Now that there's nobody here to see. . For years I've bit my tongue. While she run wild 'bout town, oh.
She said why bother, you've nothing left to take. Just your tattered heart and if that ain't broke, it's gonna break. But baby you don't know is the jokes on you.