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 dream 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 this 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
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 that listens to the crowd
To say I miss you wouldn`t be enough
I feel like Tom Waits singing Diamonds & Rust
And I`m as pathetic as a junkie who knows 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 side
More than a scratch beneath this 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