Every time I open my mouth
Or take off my clothes
I am raw and frostbitten from

Being exposed
I got red scabby hands
And purple scabby feet

And you can smell me coming from
Half way down the street


And I remember that old hotel had quite the smell
Where I would go to use the phone
Between the donut shop and the pizza parlor

Where I learned to live alone
Sweet sixteen and smiling my way out of any jam
Learning the ways of the world, oh my

Learning the ways of man, oh

And I didn't really want a baby

And I guess that I had a choice
But I just let it grow inside me
Its persistent little voice

And I guess I got her off and running
And then run off is what she did
And that's a part of what I think about

When I think about that kid

So now there's nothing left to wish upon

Except the passing cars
The cacophony of city lights is drowning out the stars
This park bench is a life boat

And the rest a big dark sea
And I'm just gonna lie here
Until something comes and finds me


Yeah, I got this tired old face
Still grinning most of the time

Just cause it don't have a better way
To express what's on its mind
And I got this running monologue

Entertaining in its outrage
And I've got the air of an animal
That's been living in a cage


Every time I open my mouth
Or take off my clothes

I am raw and frostbitten from
Being exposed
I got red scabby hands

And purple scabby feet
And you can smell me coming from
Half way down the street