Riding into town when the sun goes down. And the natives get restless and the crowd comes round. Pacing in place in a backward race. While starting my case to another blank face. I'm just sitting on the roadside. Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by. They may pass me by. But i need a better reason to cry. Growing pain it leaves a stain. That's similar but not the same. It's down the drain and what remains. Maybe you're the one who's a little insane. Now everything's lovely if you're ugly. What you would what you should and what you could be. Mr right spending his life. Stabbing himself with a butter knife. I'm just sitting on the roadside. Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by. They may pass me by. But I need a better reason to cry. Growing pain's a spinning blade. Whirling round you like a razor edged chain. It's down the drain and what remains. Maybe you're the one who's a little insane. Growing pain it leaves a stain. That's similar but not the same. Its down the drain and what remains. Maybe you're the one who can make that change. Can't shake hands with boxing gloves. With whips and chains you'll never make love. .