Early out the gate
what you're looking for is never
what you find. nothing ever seems
to turn out right. still you run around,
still searching on 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.
you kept running 'til you couldn't
feel your legs. now you slum around
this drunken town. pawn shopsand
titty bars. telling takes of just
how far you got but they all know
who you are. yeah you're not so great.
you were just early out the gate.
there's a portrait of your mom
when she was young. her face
was shining brightly as the sun.
the son who got away from her,
but came back home again
to find a woman wracked with
all this love she couldn't give
but you know she did.
you just couldn't feel it then.
i found this birthday cardfrom this
lady i used to know. it said
"boy, you're really starting to get old."
she was 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
there comes regret. i just hadn't
gotten there yet.
nothing ever seems to turn out right
no, nothing ever seems to turn out right
so i'll leave it at this
my deepest regrets.