And rolling right along
Hitchhiker vultures blur by
Going onward endless phantoms
Crawling climbing toward the night sky
Stumble down a trash filled sidewalk
Scarecrow stretching toward a bitter sun
She's standing on the porch
Visions of you in her eyes
Nervous hands scratching palms
Waiting biding praying never moving
And this misspent youth is finally fading from view
To live a life alone
Always outside of your home
Hands pressed against the window
Looking, seeing, sighing, never being
And to live for you is one more thing that I could never do
Yeah, to live for you that final thing you'd never let me do
And to be one of us is not to be anything at all
