Ron Davies and Jeff Silbar



So that's where my head was at, in a book and a funky hat

On the road with Kerouac, searching for the truth

Sometimes I'm amazed, looking back at a certain phase

Wet my thumb and I turn the page, oh, what was I trying to prove?



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I just shake my head and I laugh, at a faded photograph

Of a total stranger staring back at me

Now there's no man stranger to himself,

Than the man he used to be





There's a closet full of worn out boots, skeletons and three-piece suits

A million hats and attitudes and very few regrets

And here I stand in faded jeans, an old t-shirt that don't say a thing

And who knows what tomorrow brings, it ain't over yet



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No some folks get me confused, with someone they once knew

I know the guy they're referring to, but he ain't been round for years



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I can see it in the eyes, it was a whole other life

Now there's no man stranger to himself

No man stranger to himself, than the man he used to be