Vancouver through Amsterdam
The cities blend the same
Broke himself to find these tunes of misery again
Of love and loss, to live it out and bleed it on stage
Lustre gone, see it clear on road to someday fame
Oh
Yeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soul
Oh
Yeah I just want some light place to call my home
Three hour roll south to town of El Dorado
To a tent he came to play just to find a few
Sick and tired, now I am paying all these dues
Reflection's getting hard to see yeah in empty hotel rooms
Oh
Yeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soul
Oh
Yeah I just want some light place to call my home
Settle down to pickup truck, looking better by the week
By myself recording player and write out all the ache
But will this gra** get greener on the other side?
Or will I wish to slip back to showtown city lights?
Oh
Yeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soul
Oh
Yeah I just want some light place to call my home
Oh
Yeah I?m tired of this aching rambling soul
Oh
Yeah I just want some light place to call my home