When I was a younger man lookin' for a pot of gold. Everywhere I turned the doors were closed. Took every ounce of faith I had to keep on keepin' on. still I felt like I was only losing.
I've been a Savior, a Sideman, a Stranger. Stung by anger, burned by law. Feel so Scattered, like nothing really matters anymore,. Put that sign out, on my front door.