Resting Place - Bruce Hornsby

I’m on a long sojourn

I’m sitting here shedding my skin

Don’t know about inside, ugly on the outside

They’re all messing with me for the shape I’m in

I’m looking for a clean slate

Just need to find a new mind state

Hey, let’s go looking for squirrels

Let’s find something to do

I think she’s shooting it right at you

Look down I said right at you

And the hail falls hard

And the wind whips my face

And I’m a long, long way from anywhere real safe

And the storm clouds are flying high

Mud all over my face

And I’m a long, long way from my resting place

Hey, let’s duck down this side street

Maybe no, nobody else will see

Everybody sees us as big fat bastards

But I can just see you looking at me

Ever feel like a side-show attraction

Ever feel like a walking infraction

Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats

Don’t know just what they mean

Maybe not good, real bad I bet

And the hail falls hard

And the wind whips my face

And I’m a long, long way from some sheltered space

And the storm clouds are flying high

Mud all over my face

And I’m a long, long way from my resting place

I’m looking for a clean slate

Just need to find a new way, way to relate

You ever feel like a street walker

I get by being a funny talker

All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin'

And the hail falls hard

And the wind whips my face

And I’m a long, long way from some sheltered space

And the storm clouds are flying high

Mud all over my face

And I’m a long, long way from my resting place