Opened the door to the house
And all I saw were some crumbs
And a measly old mouse

I yelled out, "Get outta' YOU!"
But the mouse yelled back,
"Your the one that's gotta' GO!"

I grabbed my things
And ran out the door
My girl already left me
For a man with a ring

I got no story to tell
Except for the one you already know
You can hear it from the grass
If it lets you watch it grow

I ain't much more then this
And a couple of mistakes
Born into trouble
Just looking for my release

Soft yellow moon
That hangs out my window
Bring down your secret
Bathe my every sinew

When I was right
I was wrong
When I was wrong
It was just a song

Now I don't know where to turn
Lost in the storm with nothing to burn
Got no cab fare and I'm out of drink
Got no time to rest and try to think

Make me whole again
Yes' get me to sing
Put twenty down on me
So I can get to breathe

Bubbling up mud under your boots
Miner sits down at his last booth
Cup a coffee and a side of burnt toast
Each hour spent here is a minute on the coast

Years pass by and some can't say a thing
Clouds burst into incandescent birth
My pocket watch seems to have broken
And I don't have a dime for a train token

Press play for number seven
The rhyme is apart of heaven
The child like game, the way of the bard
Dealers only trade is the way of the card