Balcony in El Paso

Cigarette butts grace my balcony

And the remains of a dead pigeon seem somewhat
poetic

The life form that scurries around below

*Is a mixture of Tex-Mex and trailer park trash

I know you - 'cause I used to live here, too

Guess that makes you just like me

That make you wonder about yourself?

*Your secret's safe

I don't know why

I'm here but I can't stay

The more things change

The more they stay the strange

Sittin' here on this plane

Watchin' the empty faces crawl past me

You know they all seem to have ingested

That same melancholy pill

Instead of warm, fuzzy and safe

They seem cold and judgmental

Little conversations come in and out of audio
focus

It's all in slow motion but somehow moving at the

Speed of fear

I feel such the animal, I'm always the animal

My body's the cage - I'm locked in this cage

My home is worn, it's torn, it's been abused

And I like it

(Chorus)

Here I sit in another hotel and it smells like
someone else

I lay in bed and I can taste the smell

They smell of smoke, the drink, the stink

And the stain on the floor

I wonder was he with his wife?

*Or another man's whore

Scratches upon the glass

Tell of the drugs and the radio

Is still on to the music that made them dance

I bet it was sweet

But me?

Fuck man I gotta get some sleep