Sick of this life. Not that you'd care. I'm not the only one with. Whom these feelings I share. Nobody understands. Quite why we're here. We're searchin' for answers. That never appear. But maybe if I looked real hard I'd. I'd see your tryin' too. To understand this life. That we're all goin' through. (Then when she said she was gonna like. Wreck my car...I didn't know what to do). Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse. An I don't know why you'd be bringin' me down. I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more. It may sound funny but you'd think by now. I'd be smilin'. I guess some things never change. Never change. I met an old cowboy. I saw the look in his eyes. Somethin' tells me he's been here before. 'Cause experience makes you wise. I was only a small child. When the thought first came to me. That I'm a son of a gun and the gun of a son. That brought back the devil in me. I ain't quite what you'd call an old soul. Still wet behind the ears. I been around this track a couple o' times. But now the dust is startin' to clear. Oh yeah!