I'll apologize but I try to make it unclear And I love this city but I'm really not from here Now I gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman In a beat up coupe I imagine there's a Mustang There's a voice in my head singing I'll turn it around But I'm on a highway honey tearing up the eastbound There's a man out there smiling like a dying king Laughing at my soul searching for anything And I got mine I am around, I am and I And I got mine I'm shaking ground, I'm faking the ground And I need a little time These days I'm searching for the great unknown Wondering if Paul Simon ever had a good loan Find me a place that can make a couple tables turn And spawn my widow with a couple more bridges to burn And I am a child yet I've gotta let my spirit grow A few more years before I'll hitch a ride home And I got bones to break and miles to go alone One day you'll start riding like a honeycomb And I got mine I am around, I am and I And I got mine I'm shaking ground, I'm faking the ground And I need a little time I'm still tall and made of stone But I still can't rest on my own I'm still tall and made of stone But I still can't rest on my own I'm on my own I'm on my own