Album Name : Woodstock '99 (Live)
Release Date : 1999-10-19
Song Duration : 6:41
Bruce Hornsby Resting Place
I'm on a long sojourn
I'm sitting here shedding my skin
Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside
They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in
I'm looking for a clean slate
Just need to find a new mind state
Hey, let's go looking for squirrels, let's find something to do
I think she's shooting it right at you, "Look down" I said, right at you
And the hail falls hard and the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
Hey, let's duck down this side street
Maybe no, nobody else will see
Everybody sees us as big fat bastards
But I can just see you looking at me
Ever feel like a side-show attraction
Ever feel like a walking attraction
Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats
Don't know just what they mean, maybe not good, real bad I bet
And the hail falls hard and the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
I'm looking for a clean slate
Just need to find a new way, way to relate
You ever feel like a street walker, I get by being a funny talker
All those funny jokes sting, so keep walking
And the hail falls hard and the wind whips my face
And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
And the storm clouds are flying high, mud all over my face
And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
