Apt. 41

I've put my heart on a leash Drag it 'round like a dog And wander the empty streets The backyard of this city The city I don't belong But know so well Sometimes the ghost of my lost love Comes over for a talk Asking, "How've you been? Asking, 'How've you been?'" I finally feel better I finally feel better Two empty bottles of whiskey And a twenty dollar guitar I've got some books and old records That I bought back in LA I let the walls do all the talking I've got nothing left to say But I finally feel better I finally feel better Each city looks the same to me But they don't feel alike I've gotten used to being a stranger Even here in my hometown And I've tried in many ways But I cannot play the part But I finally feel better I finally feel better I left God in the church Left the church years ago Said my last prayer When my daughter was born I know I broke my mother's heart And my lover's too But I can't go back to the start And I don't want to go back to the start Never go back Never go back I don't want to go back to the start Each city looks the same to me But they don't feel alike I've gotten used to being a stranger Even here in my hometown And I've tried in many ways But I cannot play the part But I finally feel better I finally feel better I finally feel better I've put my heart on a leash Drag it 'round like a dog And wander the empty streets And I finally feel better I finally feel better