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how do you feel lost and alone at the end of your dime someplace on the road between the here and the now out of smokes and outa luck barefaced to the carnival of night the day passes slowly into the vastness of the past hungry eyes puddled with traces of regret for all the places you've been and think you belong for all the treasures of the past yet to be plundered and all the sweetness to which your heart has succumb convinced of the need to find a home a place to breath easy you take a few tentative steps to the road in hopes of finding its easier than it seems to kickstart your old bones and write a new tale for you to sing how do you feel down here at the end of your last dime finger-licking good or foretastes of gloom waiting here for the prize you know aint comin' waiting here for the explanation you aint buyin' thin and looking a little like a ghost see you on the other side