outsider

it's weird, i've been here for a couple years now, but it's still not mine, and i'm drinking, and the floating men are on loud... and i am an outsider... i have no friends here, and thats cool, i'm not lonely really, i just miss a good piss drunk night sitting at the back of a familiar bar, drinking and singing, and this makes no fucking sense...so i'll pop another beer and toast my invisible life...


I'm gravel and stone
I'm weeds and rattlesnakes
I'm bottles and bones
I'm a long, flat interstate
I'm brambles and thorns
I'm wild blackberry vines
I'm traveled and worn
I'm sundown all the time
I'm wandering barefoot down her tar and gravel eroscape
I'm much obliged, stranger, much obliged
I lost my bearings in her maze of veils and tattered drapes
I'm evening as the crow flies
I'll always be the new guy
I'll always be the last of the fools in line
I'm evening as the crow flies
I'm twilight as the last of the scarecrows cry
"Outsider, nobody home"
I'm August at noon
I'm miles of railroad
I'm a sucker for June
I'm a long, long time ago
I'm stranded on a Ferris wheel of yearning
I don't understand
Help me down, stranger, lend a hand
I'm locked in battle with the Herculean shadow
Of her once upon a fine man
I'll always be the new guy
I'll always be the last of the fools in line
I'm evening as the crow flies
I'm twilight as the last of the scarecrows cry
"Outsider, you're on your own"