here i am, where i've been
i've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
and my clothes are worn & gritty.
and i know ugliness,
now show me something pretty.
i was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose
and too much weight for walking shoes.
i could have died from being boring.
as for loneliness,
she greets me every morning.
at the most i'm a glare,
i'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
i'm the open sign that's always busted.
i'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
at the most i'm a glare,
i'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
i'm the open sign that's always busted.
i'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
here i am, where i've been
i've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
and my clothes are worn & gritty.
and i know ugliness,
now show me something pretty.
at the most i'm a glare,
i'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
i'm the open sign that's always busted.
i'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
at the most i'm a glare,
i'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
i'm the open sign that's always busted.
i'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.
