My Family - Steve Wynn

These are the same streets that he walked down

These are the same roads that he drove

And these are the ways that he went bad

Just off the highway by Ventura

Blood rolling down by the motel walk

And that’s my blood

My family crest is a stranger’s blood

But that’s not me

I count the times that he chose badly

I count the times that I went wrong

It’s not the same

Sometimes I guess that I lose my temper

Hate myself and I curse my name

It’s just like him (ch)

Sometimes I think that I’m not human

I wonder why I never cry

And then I know

Blood rolling down from the Chevron station

I know that none of it was mine

And then I know