paul simon

i'll apologize but i'll try to make it unclear, and i love this city but i'm really not from here, now i gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman, in a beat up coupe i imagine is a mustang, there's a voice in my head singing out turn it around, but i'm on a highway honey tearing up the east bound, there's a man out there smiling like a dying king, laughing at my soul, searching for anything, and i've got mine, i am a rock, i am an isle, and i got mine, i'm shaking ground, i'm faking found, in my little town, these days i'm searching for the great unknown, wondering if paul simon ever had it good alone, find me a place that can make a couple tables turn, that's warm all winter with a couple more bridges to burn, and i am a child yet i've got to let my spirit roam, a few more years before i'll hitch a ride home, i've got bones to break and miles to go alone, one day i'll start writing like i'm leonard cohen, and i've got mine, i am a rock, i am an isle, and i got mine, i'm shaking ground, i'm faking found, in my little town, i'm still tall and made of stone, but i still can't rest on my own, i'm still tall and made of stone, but i still can't rest on my own, i'm on my own