Artist : Bruce Hornsby    Title : [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 se you looking at me    Ever feel like a side-show attraction    Ever feel like a walking attraction    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 walking       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             ]