Bruce Hornsby - Resting Place Lyrics
I'm on a long sojournI'm sitting here shedding my skinDon't know about inside, ugly on the outsideThey're all messing with me for the shape I'm inI'm looking for a clean slateJust need to find a new mind stateHey, let's go looking for squirrelsLet's find something to doI think she's shooting it right at youLook down I said right at youAnd the hail falls hardAnd the wind whips my faceAnd I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safeAnd the storm clouds are flying highMud all over my faceAnd I'm a long, long way from my resting placeHey, let's duck down this side streetMaybe no, nobody else will seeEverybody sees us as big fat bastardsBut I can just se you looking at meEver feel like a side-show attractionEver feel like a walking attractionSome people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweatsDon't know just what they meanMaybe not good, real bad I betAnd the hail falls hardAnd the wind whips my faceAnd I'm a long, long way from some sheltered spaceAnd the storm clouds are flying highMud all over my faceAnd I'm a long, long way from my resting placeI'm looking for a clean slateJust need to find a new way, way to relateYou ever feel like a street walkerI get by being a funny talkerAll those funny jokes sting, so keep walkingAnd the hail falls hardAnd the wind whips my faceAnd I'm a long, long way from some sheltered spaceAnd the storm clouds are flying highMud all over my faceAnd I'm a long, long way from my resting place
