I've been thinking it
over and over
Something always comes up in between
The ground and the gravity
And the music rushing
And you can say that you're
more than a cock or a pistol
A mixture of a system and you
But buddy, I got some news
These are stolen blues
I'm feeling tired, and young enough
From city streets, to kingdom come
The hours are great, the people are scum
A waste of time, I love this song
They've been lyin' to you,
they've been lyin' to you
Say it, say it, don't make shut up and
suffer your wounds
But that's just what they say,
that nameless thing
And there are mean city streets
in the back of the picture
A mixture of emotion and views
But we are locked out to the malls,
in the malls, cars and suburbs
We are locked out to the stolen blues
Fields of sun, writ large in the sky
Where a thousand words are
gonna melt in your eyes
And there are words, and there are songs
And they were all wrong, and I wonder why