What you're looking for is never what you find
Nothing ever seems to turn out right

Still you're running round still searching
all these long indifferent streets
For a lover or some cover
to protect you from the heat
that you feel inside
inflamed since you learned to cry

Ever since you learned to walk you ran away
Kept running till you couldn't feel your legs

now you stumble round this drunken town
Pawn shops and city bars
telling tales of just how far you got
But they'll all know who you are
Yeah, you're not so great
You're just earl out of the gate

There's a portrait of your mom when she was young
Well, her face was shining brightly as the sun

The son that got away from her
had come back home again
to find a women wrapped
with all this love she couldn't give
But you know she did
You just couldn't feel it then

Found a Birthday card from this lady I used to know
It said "boy you're really starting to get old

She's the mother of my mother
And I knew just what she meant
She'd been through it before
She knew with all of this resentment
becomes regret
I hadn't gotten there yet

No, all right...
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
No, never, never seems to turn out right
So I leave it at this my deep blue street rests

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