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.