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Well the Indian place in the center of townwell, I guess they've gone and changed their name.And the one downtown is no longer around,but everything else has stayed the sameThe fog still rolls, the water's still cold,and the old apple tree still grows.And it will hit me where it hurts much higher up in the gutthan anything but the best of well placed punchesSo I'm doing fine; I'm eating when I can.Like a desert monsoon, I pack it all in.In a short time, I fill up my reservoirfor all those lean times yet to come.And after all these years, I've still got my dog,but even he's getting ready to leave.So what've I got now?a college degree and a place that I dont wanna be,some friends who can't be bothered,and a promise from my father that may or may not be so.And all that poverty did not make me more real;I did not feel more like a man when I nearly killed another.I'm still just that frightened little boyLetras de cancioneswho misses his long lost mother,can't count on anyone else but his brothers.So what've I got now?Not even half a plan,just the strongest of notionsthat I'll end up in the oceanbefore I'm old.So I guess I'll keep on working when I can.And I guess I'll keep on eating when I can.And I guess I'll just keep on singing every night.So no more of this,no, no more of thisI'll be leaving before it's light. From Letras Mania