You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before

Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

When it's time, when it's time, when it's time It won't matter, it won't matter It's all because of you It was like I was never there (When it's time, when it's time, when it's time) (It won't matter, it won't matter) If I keep going, I won't make it

Now I'm on the outside, oh oh I'll show you what it feels like We did everything right Now I'm on the outside Yourself was never enough for me Gotta be so strong There's a power in what you do Look at what you've done Stand still, falling away from me

Almost like your life Almost like your endless fight Cursed, the day is long Realize you don't belong Disconnect somehow Never stop complaining now Almost like your fight And there it went I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace

Mr. Misunderstood Mr. Misunderstood (I understand) (I understand) I'm Mr. Misunderstood Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes Sitting in the back of the class, I was just like you Always left out, never fit in Owning that path you're walking in

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

I put a pillow under your hair Gave you tender love and my care Your momma didn't know that I was there When you're left me on the outside And I didn't know you would never show You're so comfortable with white lies Lookin' like a fool What else could I

Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?

All the wasted words I said In all the cities that I left The last act of our precious play Must not close with regret (regret) All the wasted words There are days when sorrow seems never-ending Like the countless roads upon which I've driven The price