Railroaded

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

That's how I hide

That's how I hide

You wrote it down not to

Draw attention to yourself

You let 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 and 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 pride

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