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