The Last of the International Playboys

This pressure's a motherfuck
Moving on and up through a crawl space to nowhere
These theories and equations can't be settled
Paper trails are getting longer, can you meet me in the middle
And I follow to the trail to you
CHORUS
I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
I'm alright
The fact and fiction's the same
Be quick to learn the game
Cause everybody wants to play the actor
But percentage and factors can leave you high and dry
Listen for echoes and prayers gone by
CHORUS
I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
I'm alright
In a city of angels it seems so out of place
Too many broken hearts in too big a space
CHORUS
I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
No I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
I'm out of space, I'm out of time
But it's alright
I'm out of space, I'm out of time
But it's alright