Railroaded - Matthew Ryan

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 dreams 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 the 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

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 who listens to the crowd

To say I miss you wouldn’t be enough

I feel like tom waits singing «Diamonds And Rust»

And I’m as pathetic as a junkie who know 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 pride

More than a scratch beneath the 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 hide, that’s how I hide

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh