Autobiography

I shook hands with my trouble when I was young Don't blame my mom and dad it wasn't their fault Born a little headstrong I decided to meet my angels at the start Down half a flight of stairs and off the tail end of a truck But the iron in my back draws me back to the railroad tracks I'll head for the train yards, you'll make for the bars And I've been wearing out my welcome mat I know I'm wearing out the door Pacing up and down the hall I know I've hollowed out the floor I'll spend my life breaking habits that aren't worth the keep And movement's all I've got to keep these bones from getting weak Take a breath settle down your shipwrecks and sworn regrets While I learn to have patience with my past I'm still recovering from my fist fights with the devil Still sleep with my light on to keep them from waiting in the corner And with pistons in my eyes and a ramrod for a spine You can't convince me that I'm easy to love 'cause I've been wearing out my welcome mat I know I'm wearing out the door I'm pacing up and down the hall I know I've hollowed out the floor I'll spend my life breaking habits that aren't worth the keep And movement's all I've got to keep these bones from getting weak I can't let it be the death of me And I still see ghosts around these parts, I see them walking with the road I don't mind the company, it doesn't scare me like it once did years ago To each his own memories to rummage through tonight, to each his own demons to please To each his own miles to cover before we get our sleep Movement's all I've got to keep these bones Movement's all I've got to keep this will from getting weak.