Someone else talks through my mouth When I'm down and out Tired hands Round, wire-necks I'm not different Why can't you see what it means to me? Somewhere else there's a modest house Where ghosts go to tan Shed the shades of seventeen Long walks on the tracks The sidewalk's a beach in the city heat I'm afraid again of a past that isn't mine It doesn't belong to me I'm afraid again of a place I've always been It doesn't belong to me