Ryan Matthew Railroaded
Well I smoked my throat out last night Hoping you'd call or just stop by Now I'm wheezing like the Oakland sky Feeling like the rusted tracks and forgotten dream of the old train lines It's a perpetual stone in my shoe One that I'll always be trying to shake loose An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side More than a scratch beneath this skin Somewhere between the beginning and the end I don't feel a lot lately I don't feel whole lately I don't feel much lately But that's how I hide That's how I hide You wrote it down not to draw attention to yourself You lit the pilot just to blow it out Here the conversation's always too loud And we're as pathetic as the jumper that listens to the crowd To say I miss you wouldn't be enough I feel like Tom Waits singing Diamonds & Rust And I'm as pathetic as a junkie who knows what he does It's a perpetual stone in my shoe One that I'll always be trying to shake loose An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side More than a scratch beneath this skin Somewhere between the beginning and the end I don't feel a lot lately I don't feel whole lately I don't feel much lately But that's how I hide That's how I hide
