He walks these tracks and never looks around
He bums what he can get in any town
He's grown content to live on charity
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
I make excuses when I read his name
On the side of some old dirty train
It conjures up a taste of fantasy
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
Well I pushed him off the ladder of success
But down here on the bottom I get rest
Oh uh he saves his thoughts to buy a memory
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
Ohh I put my finger in his mind's eye
And I've given him a reason now to cry
I put his song of life in the wrong key
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
He bums what he can get in any town
He's grown content to live on charity
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
I make excuses when I read his name
On the side of some old dirty train
It conjures up a taste of fantasy
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
Well I pushed him off the ladder of success
But down here on the bottom I get rest
Oh uh he saves his thoughts to buy a memory
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
Ohh I put my finger in his mind's eye
And I've given him a reason now to cry
I put his song of life in the wrong key
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com