Johnny Old Boy

I've been where
The sweet smell of success and the foul funk of failure blend
Where Young Nate and Old Joan decided to go at it again
Back and forth in a city that forgot my name
It's easy losing track when you're riding the wrong train

I've been to
Familiar places that made me feel estranged
Lost every piece of clothing to a girl I thought would change
Fancy institutions where money is a song
With limousine ringmasters keeping you in close range

I've been a
Friend to a person who deserved a lot better
Cellmate to a legend living ten feet under water
While the world was dying with excitement and hope
I woke up crying to a special live broadcast of the weather

And I don't think I will stay clean
With the shit you just threw at me
I'll be driving my own train
In the valleys in my brain
Far from the hurricane
Far from where you came

Time sure blows a heavy gust
In the thick October rain
Words and feathers turn to dust
Johnny Old Boy won't stay the same
Time rides a longer train
Johnny Old Boy won't stay the same