He drove a long and weary road in the backseat lay his gun
He said ‘daddies gonna get it this time for all the things he done’
There was a town full of eyes just watching him go
And they gazed at the ground because they all know
He’s just a troubled soul
If any body really cared and held out clean hands
More people would love him because they’d understand
He’s just a man with horror stories for a childhood
I loved him and I did all I could
I cant forever breathe air poisoned with lies
its just dishonesty to avoid painful cries
Night time is a good friend to him ,its mornings when he bleeds
Well he’s numbed by grass and stays awake on speed
And the waters always boiling for a thousand cups of tea
I weep for the man imprisoned inside
Its because of cards dealt this man will never come alive
Ideal worlds we could create in dreams far away
If only in this place we were able to stay
Well hey maybe we’ll meet again one day