I've been cruising in my Chevy searching for a place where I belong but I've never been able to find anywhere that I can call home and there's nothing worse than a cynical middle age punk who discarded the talent as junk like what is there on the side of a road but another person's trash is always somebody else's trasher. It's changed from a burden to giving others pleasure once I re-invented myself. Well I'll snap next to rivers where the ground was my bed. A stone for my pillow with a dark sky of my head when I was living rough picking up cigarette butts when times were tough and then one day I knew something has got to change and there's nothing worse than a cynical middle age punk who discarded their talent as junk like what is in the side of a road but another person's trash is always somebody else's trasher. It's changed from a burden to a gift giving others pleasure once I re-invented myself. Now I always have a smile on my face but my kids don't remember me since the day I've vanished without a trace as booze took me to another place when I didn't know what was really important and there's nothing worse than a cynical middle age punk who discarded their talent as junk like what is in the side of a road but another person's trash is always somebody else's trasher. It's changed from a burden to a gift giving others pleasure once I re-invented myself every day when I wake up I'm haunted by the sound of their voices asking me to take them to the park as real dads do. I wish I'd made better choices as I remember their voices and it's all the pain in my head from the history of the past and there's nothing anyone can do and there's nothing worse than a cynical middle age punk who discarded their talent as junk like what is in the side of a road but another person's trash is always somebody else's trasher. It's changed from a burden to a gift giving others pleasure once I re-invented myself and there's nothing worse than a cynical middle age punk who discarded their talent as junk like what you see on the side of a road but another person's trash is always someone else's trasher. It's changed from a burden to a gift giving others pleasure once I re-invented myself.