I sat and watched my shadow smoke a cigarette slowly
I know he don't care for what I care about mostly
I sat and watched him blow the smoke over my eyes
Now I see my home's a lot further than I realized

And I watched it there
Amidst the summer snow
In a place that I belong
I don't mind counting crows

I guess I'll bite the bullet
Pour some booze out on my wound
I had my mind made up but I made it up too soon
I sat and watched my shadow sippin' on a Scotch neat
He told me "Where we're from's a place the have-beens like to meet"

Looking back I stare
Not without a care
In this new life, froze
Oh that's the way she goes

I sat and watched my shadow looking right through me slowly
I know he don't care for what I care about mostly
I sat and watched him staring at me through those empty eyes
I felt him stealing reveries out the back of my mind

And I still watched it there
Oh in that summer snow
It's the place that I belong
Well I don't mind counting crows

Red brick walls hold a windy soul
Methodic routes and derived control
Systemic maze of streets in rows
It's where I'm from
And that's the way she goes

I guess I'll bite the bullet
Pour some booze out on my wound
I'll try to gaze through the mist in which I am entombed
I sat and watched my shadow sippin' on a Russian White
He told me "Where you're headed is a wasteland of spite"
A wasteland of spite