Another exit on the freeway
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Another bridge I cannot bear to cross alone
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And I've been on the mend
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I've been getting ready to change my name again
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And once I had a love so fair
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Once I had a reason to keep on
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Left a paragraph taped up on my door
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It said "Don't wait up 'cause I ain't comin' home"
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So I've been driving far and wide to find my call in life
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Been looking for a place where I belong
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I guess a little pain never killed anyone
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I guess I feel that way again
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I can't come clean, I cannot stay
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Got no reason to explain
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I've been here too long, I need a change
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And I hope you'll understand
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Stained glass window never gonna carry my name
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Been laid to rest in a field of sticks and stones
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And above my head all that's left are footsteps
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Of some kid too young too far away from home
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So don't send me invitations to your big parade
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Place of residence unknown
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In my eyes there is no compromise
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There is no calm before the storm
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These things happen all the time
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Should I throw myself from the hanging tree?
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Is there a place for those of us who don't belong?
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I haven't found it yet
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Hanging Tree
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Bob Mould |