Growing Pain — текст песни (Soul Asylum)

Riding into town when the sun goes down
And the natives get restless and the crowd comes round
Pacing in place in a backward race
While starting my case to another blank face
I`m just sitting on the roadside
Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by
They may pass me by
But i need a better reason to cry
Growing pain it leaves a stain
That`s similar but not the same
It`s down the drain and what remains
Maybe you`re the one who`s a little insane
Now everything`s lovely if you`re ugly
What you would, what you should, and what you could be
Mr right, spending his life,
Stabbing himself with a butter knife
I`m just sitting on the roadside
Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by
They may pass me by
But I need a better reason to cry
Growing pain`s a spinning blade
Whirling round you like a razor edged chain
It`s down the drain and what remains
Maybe you`re the one who`s a little insane
Growing pain it leaves a stain
That`s similar but not the same
Its down the drain and what remains
Maybe you`re the one who can make that change
Can`t shake hands with boxing gloves
With whips and chains you`ll never make love