I'll apologize, but I'll try make it unclear
And I love this city, but I'm really not from here
Now I gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman
In a beat up coupe I imagine is a Mustang
There's a voice in my head singing, "I'll turn it around."
But I'm on a highway, honey, tearing up the East bound
There's a man out there smiling like a dying king
Laughing at my soul, searching for anything
And I got mine, I am a rock, I am an owl
And I got mine, I'm shaking ground, I'm faking found in my little tune
These days I'm searching for the great unknown
Wondering if Paul Simon ever had a pillow
Found me a place I can make a couple tables turn
Just one more wick with a couple more bridges to burn
And I am a child, yet I've gotta let my spirit go
A few more years before I hitch a ride home
I got bones to break and miles to go alone
One day of still riding like a?
And I got mine, I am a rock, I am an owl
And I got mine, I'm shaking ground, I'm faking found in my little tune
I'm still tall and made of stone, but I still can't rest on my own
I'm on my own
