Well I smoked my throat out last night

Hoping you'd call or just stop by

Now I'm wheezing like the Oakland sky

Feeling like the rusted tracks and forgotten dream of the old train lines



It's a perpetual stone in my shoe

One that I'll always be trying to shake loose

An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side

More than a scratch beneath this skin

Somewhere between the beginning and the end

I don't feel a lot lately

I don't feel whole lately

I don't feel much lately

But that's how I hide

That's how I hide



You wrote it down not to draw attention to yourself

You lit the pilot just to blow it out

Here the conversation's always too loud

And we're as pathetic as the jumper that listens to the crowd



To say I miss you wouldn't be enough

I feel like Tom Waits singing Diamonds & Rust

And I'm as pathetic as a junkie who knows what he does



It's a perpetual stone in my shoe

One that I'll always be trying to shake loose

An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side

More than a scratch beneath this skin

Somewhere between the beginning and the end

I don't feel a lot lately

I don't feel whole lately

I don't feel much lately

But that's how I hide

That's how I hide