But she don't give a damn for me. But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint. And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud. You don't know how it feels. You don't know how it feels, to be me.
People come, people go.
Some grow young, some grow cold. I woke up in between memory and a dream. So let's get to the point. Let's roll, another joint. Let's head on down the road.