Railroaded

<br>Well I smoked my throat out last night<br>Hoping you`d call or just stop by<br>Now I`m wheezing like the Oakland sky<br>Feeling like the rusted tracks and forgotten dream of the old train lines<br>It`s a perpetual stone in my shoe<br>One that I`ll always be trying to shake loose<br>An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side<br>More than a scratch beneath this skin<br>Somewhere between the beginning and the end<br>I don`t feel a lot lately<br>I don`t feel whole lately<br>I don`t feel much lately<br>But that`s how I hide<br>That`s how I hide<br>You wrote it down not to draw attention to yourself<br>You lit the pilot just to blow it out<br>Here the conversation`s always too loud<br>And we`re as pathetic as the jumper that listens to the crowd<br>To say I miss you wouldn`t be enough<br>I feel like Tom Waits singing Diamonds & Rust<br>And I`m as pathetic as a junkie who knows what he does<br>It`s a perpetual stone in my shoe<br>One that I`ll always be trying to shake loose<br>An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side<br>More than a scratch beneath this skin<br>Somewhere between the beginning and the end<br>I don`t feel a lot lately<br>I don`t feel whole lately<br>I don`t feel much lately<br>But that`s how I hide<br>That`s how I hide