My home is in the east I have no bed in the state I’m in
I’m walking Twelfth Street at midnight
Feeling stuck within my skin
Don’t have hunger in my eye
Traveling lady won’t let me pass by
This is the way I look
This is the way I look
This is the way I look when I can’t get over
And I can’t get around
Years ended in September after a summer of head on crashes
We stumbled and couldn’t remember
How to make comfort rise from the ashes
Yes It’s true a mirror will tell no lies
She put new fear in my eyes
This is the way I look
This is the way I look
This is the way I look when I can’t get over
And I can’t get around
Keeping my distance from the thunder
The soft touches that pull me under
Keeping my distance from truth I can’t face
From the tunnel that leads to illusion I used to chase
