I sit by myself all alone for so long out in front of this place Folks look at me like I'm some kind of vagrant they don't see my face Man I feel empty inside now surely this ain't what I planned I'm going to steal something someday There are things you can't hold in your hand I may never see the ocean I am so far from the sea But I can feel the rain sometimes Falling down on me Then the run off hits the river And the river just takes us all home And the power of the sun provides A cycle for the storm Yes I grew up around here and my story is boring at best I went to school yes and I found a job and you know the rest Round and around I go how I get off I don't know I might appear on the outside content But what's inside sometimes I don't show My whole life I've waited so For someone to say go man go Precious time has come and gone And left me here with no place to run Anxious and weary I lie to myself that it won't be too long 'Til I can get out of this place with goodbye I start singing my song Bottle of whiskey bottle of wine Bottled up notions might die on the vine I really don't know what I want And I guess that's what throws me inside