What you're looking for is never what you find   Nothing ever seems to turn out right      Still running around still searching   all these long indifferent streets   For your lover or some cover   to protect you from the heat   That you feel inside   inflamed since you learned to cry      Ever since you learned to walk you ran away   kept running till you couldn't feel your legs      Now you stumble round this drunken town   pawn shops and titty bars   telling tales of just how far you got   But they'll all know who you are   Yeah you're not so great   You're just early out of the gate      there's a portrait of your mom when she was young   Her face was shining brightly as the sun   The son who got away from her   but came back home again   to find a women wrapped   with all this love she couldn't give   But you know she did   You just couldn't feel it then      Found a birthday card from this lady I used to know   It said boy you're really starting to get old      She's the mother of my mother   I knew just what she meant   She'd been through it before   she'd known of all of this resentment   becomes regret   I just hadn't gotten there yet      Nothing ever seems to turn out right   No never, never seems to turn out right   So I leave it at this   my deep blues need rest