Resting Place

I'm on a long sojourn
 I'm sitting here shedding my skin
 Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside
 They're all messing with me for the shape I'm in
 I'm looking for a clean slate
 Just need to find a new mind state
 Hey, let's go looking for squirrels
 Let's find something to do
 I think she's shooting it right at you
 Look down I said right at you
 And the hail falls hard
 And the wind whips my face
 And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe
 And the storm clouds are flying high
 Mud all over my face
 And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
 Hey, let's duck down this side street
 Maybe no, nobody else will see
 Everybody sees us as big fat bastards
 But I can just see you looking at me
 Ever feel like a side-show attraction
 Ever feel like a walking infraction
 Some people call me Tarzan in my big, big sweats
 Don't know just what they mean
 Maybe not good, real bad I bet
 And the hail falls hard
 And the wind whips my face
 And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
 And the storm clouds are flying high
 Mud all over my face
 And I'm a long, long way from my resting place
 I'm looking for a clean slate
 Just need to find a new way, way to relate
 You ever feel like a street walker
 I get by being a funny talker
 All those funny jokes sting, so keep walkin'
 And the hail falls hard
 And the wind whips my face
 And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space
 And the storm clouds are flying high
 Mud all over my face
 And I'm a long, long way from my resting place