Here on the inside, looking at the outside
Losing my memory faster than my pride
Here I am, baby, blind as a bat out of hell
Cut me loose of that ball and chain
Packed up a glad-bag, hopped on a train
To the land of the lonely, as far as I can tell
I was laughing like a fool on fire
Candle burning into my hand
Sitting like a bird on a wire
I had to find me a place to stand
Well, this city's got its poison pens
Foolish hearts don't have no rest
From the moment your head leaves your mama's chest
From the moment you hold the child in your hands
From the moment you think that you'll find your place to stand
Little bit older, years go by