What I've kept with me. . and what I've thrown away. . and where the hell I've ended up on this glary random day. Were the things I've really cared about just left along the way for being too pent up and proud? Woke up way too late feeling hungover and old, and the sun was shining bright and I walked barefoot down the road. Started thinking about my old man. Want to get into a car and go anywhere. Here I stand, sad and free. I can't cry, I can't see what I've done. God, what have I done. Don't you know I'm numb, man? I can't feel a thing at all. Now it's all smiles and business these days. I'm indifferent to the loss. I have faith that there's a soul somewhere that's leading me around. I wonder if she knows which way is up and which is down. I poured my heart out. I poured my heart out. It evaporated ... see? Blind man at a canyon's edge of a panoramic scene. Or maybe I'm a kite that's flying high and random, dangling a string. Or slumped over in a vacant room, head on a stranger's knee. I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind.