Oh, life will back you down
And when you cannot face the sound
When the voice of your father
Feels like your own and your all alone
On the telephone
So what?
Will I reach out?
Fingers stretched
And my hands are but the branches
And my skin keeps on sloughing
My lungs keep on coughing
My body keeps rotting away
Away
All this weight
Makes me feel like
I'm in outer space
And for real
What's up with this place?
Life makes you
And breaks you down again"Well it's different now" she said
With a throat choked up full of regret"tell me one more time? How it's gonna be?
When we get away, from this crazy city?"
All this weight
Makes me feel like
I'm in outer space
And for real
What's up with this place?
Life makes you
And breaks you down again
Oh, life will back you down
And when you cannot face the sound
When the voice of your mother
Feels like your own and your all alone
On the telephone
With God
All this weight
Makes me feel like
I'm in outer space
And for real
What's up with this place?
Life makes you
And breaks you down again
And again
And again
And again
And again