Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.

And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose

And too much weight for walking shoes.
I could have died from being boring.
As for loneliness,

She greets me every morning.

At the most I'm a glare,

I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.


At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.

I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.


Here I am, where I've been
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin,
And my clothes are worn & gritty.

And I know ugliness,
Now show me something pretty.


At the most I'm a glare,
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.

I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.

At the most I'm a glare,

I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there.
I'm the open sign that's always busted.
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted.