Lying alone, no place is home
Inside, I turn off my light
My brain is gone, there is no dawn
As I sleep this long winter night

Gone are the wine, women and song
And I shall follow before too long
As it seems I've become an expatriate

Here I stand with the walls closing in
Deep in thought about the places I've been
Yet I can't see the back of my hand
Once a newt, just a cog in the wheel
Made a plan, brought the world to my heels
But they can't shoot me down in this land

Leaving myself a brain on the shelf
And a blue tint in my eyes
Finally I see the beauty of a tree
Finally I don't hear the lies

Down and out before my time
Scraping my clothes for my last dime
As it seems I've become an expatriate

Morbid jokes about a veteran of war
Warning me not be such a bore,
Waxing poetic about my town
On the run like a fugitive man
On the run no one gives you a hand
When your only expression's a frown