i was up one morning, early on
takin nocoma nice and slow
and havin a moment
with myself
and wonderin bout the day ahead
and heaven and god
when the road lifted through my heavy lids
and i was back on the plains
headed towards nowhere
again
to the edge of the universe
and this sense of calm
washed over me, lord,
like a fog
or a 3-foot wave
but it came crashin down
and before i knew it, lord,
i was back in this town
and it's nothin personal
so i don't take it bad
and this sure as hell ain't
the only place that i've had
that's turned me down
yeah they can kick me out
and i'll let'em believe
that they got the best of me
aw, but they're just kiddin themselves
i'm the toughest man that these folks
have ever seen
and i ain't got no cause
and there's nothin to lose
that i ain't already lost
all i got are my hands and this pen
my words and this pad
my past and these thoughts
and i ain't no thief
i just always been poor
and i swear i ain't no soldier, man
i've just been livin a war
yeah, i do what i can
and i don't do anymore
they ain't monsters, hon,
they're men
although, the truth be told, they may be worse
i ain't seen nothin like'em
we ain't the same kind of men
we ain't brothers or friends
and it ain't just here
or there
it's everywhere
i ain't got no home, ma
i been gone for so long
it became nowhere