I got change in a pocket somewhere, got my letter in a box
Tired of waiting for the bus to nowhere, tired of (?)
I don’t tell lies no more, you know, I just don’t tell the truth
I don’t know what I’m looking for, ya’ know
But I’m not looking for proof.

I have a tricky love for fair, you know
With the place where I grew up
But I know I’ll never leave, you know
And if you wear if you much
I hate to see you despair from (?)

I hate to see you through one
But God knows I can hardly
Grief when is hard to give a
Hard to give a… (wow!)

What keeps me here?
Is not before I get the funny feel
So no one keeps me here
Is not to be paid for the wheel
What the hell keeps me here?

In a dark hotel another door through
The scene is so clear, and changing
Feels like fear, so you know
I got pretty down
My time is pretty down