Well I smoked my throat out last night  Hoping you'd call or just stop by  Now I'm wheezing like the Oakland sky  Feeling like the rusted tracks and forgotten dream of the old train lines  It's a perpetual stone in my shoe  One that I'll always be trying to shake loose  An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side  More than a scratch beneath this skin  Somewhere between the beginning and the end  I don't feel a lot lately  I don't feel whole lately  I don't feel much lately  But that's how I hide  That's how I hide  You wrote it down not to draw attention to yourself  You lit the pilot just to blow it out  Here the conversation's always too loud  And we're as pathetic as the jumper that listens to the crowd  To say I miss you wouldn't be enough  I feel like Tom Waits singing Diamonds & Rust  And I'm as pathetic as a junkie who knows what he does  It's a perpetual stone in my shoe  One that I'll always be trying to shake loose  An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side  More than a scratch beneath this skin  Somewhere between the beginning and the end  I don't feel a lot lately  I don't feel whole lately  I don't feel much lately  But that's how I hide  That's how I hide