Growing Pain

Riding into town when the sun goes down
 And the natives get restless and the crowd comes round
 Pacing in place in a backward race
 While starting my case to another blank face
 I'm just sitting on the roadside
 Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by
 They may pass me by
 But i need a better reason to cry
 Growing pain it leaves a stain
 That's similar but not the same
 It's down the drain and what remains
 Maybe you're the one who's a little insane
 Now everything's lovely if you're ugly
 What you would, what you should, and what you could be
 Mr right, spending his life,
 Stabbing himself with a butter knife
 I'm just sitting on the roadside
 Watching all the cards and the clouds roll by
 They may pass me by
 But I need a better reason to cry
 Growing pain's a spinning blade
 Whirling round you like a razor edged chain
 It's down the drain and what remains
 Maybe you're the one who's a little insane
 Growing pain it leaves a stain
 That's similar but not the same
 Its down the drain and what remains
 Maybe you're the one who can make that change
 Can't shake hands with boxing gloves
 With whips and chains you'll never make love