| my baby brother’s city crawling
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| gonna stake his own
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| my mama shelter’s cross the country
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| saying babes come on home
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| my father’s counting a fortune
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| more than he’s ever known
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| the eyes that blamed the distance of the ocean
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| stopped saying honey come ah come on
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| the pressure lies within the pride that’s losing some
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| the time i spend on other lives becomes less fun
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| i thank the luck i’ve always had in starting up
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| but i got half a mind to move away and give it up
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| got some loving arms holding me tight
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| some right that came from some wrong
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| your smoking eyes put a worry in me
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| i’d like to see you feel at home
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| got a letter from beautiful sara
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| saying she’s feeling awfully down
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| moving around from place to place
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| chin up while she’s saving face
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| but i don’t like the thought of her walking around the city crying
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| the pressure lies within the pride that’s losing some
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| the time i spend on other lives becomes less fun
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| i thank the luck i’ve always had in starting up
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| but i got half a mind to move away and give it up |