What youre looking for is never what you find Nothing ever seems to turn out right Still running round, still searching on these long, indifferent streets For a lover or some cover to protect you from the heat that you feel inside [?] since you learned to cry Ever since you learned to walk you ran away Kept running till you couldnt feel your legs Youve stumbled round this drunken town Pawn shops and titty bars Telling tales of just how far you got But they all know who you are Yeah, youre not so great Youre just early out of the gate Theres a portrait of your mom when she was young Her face was shining brightly as the sun The son who got away from her, but came back home again To find a woman wrecked with all this love she couldnt give But you know she did You just couldnt feel it then I found a birthday card from the lady I used to know It said boy, youre really starting to get old Shes the mother of my mother and I knew just what she meant Shed been through it before She knew with all of this resentment there comes regret I just hadnt gotten there yet Nothing ever seems to turn out right No, nothing ever seems to turn out right So I leave it at this My deepest regrets
couldnt, ever, seems, learned, regret