Maybe I'm defensive cuz it's my favorite song But you cheapen the passion every time you sing along and laugh You take the photograph and recreate it
Whatever happened to yours truly? Now I'm so spun, so high strung That I can't even sleep I just lie in be awake Grinding down my teeth Get back up to
People come and go There's a lot of places believe me I know worth going to worth leaving from But please take me when you leave Or believe in me and
30 days of traveling In Whitville, Tennessee Got 3 dollars in my pocket Got 3 kids to feed My sign says I will work for food My eyes say I'm in A working
The weary world is waiting For ambition to be played Now young and not afraid I've got to challenge every challenge that I know For I am just a sailor
No one wants to hear his story Another boring kid in town again Who stares at photographs Of far away friends Frustrated, he can't think clear His aspirations
Pacing, thinking, pacing, thinking, waiting, waiting Waiting by the phone that never rings Waiting for the letter that the postman never brings Telling