Vancouver through Amsterdam   The cities blend the same   Broke himself to find these tunes of misery again   Of love and loss, to live it out and bleed it on stage   Lustre gone, see it clear on road to someday fame      Oh   Yeah I�m tired of this aching rambling soul   Oh   Yeah I just want some light place to call my home      Three hour roll south to town of El Dorado   To a tent he came to play just to find a few   Sick and tired, now I am paying all these dues   Reflection's getting hard to see yeah in empty hotel rooms      Oh   Yeah I�m tired of this aching rambling soul   Oh   Yeah I just want some light place to call my home      Settle down to pickup truck, looking better by the week   By myself recording player and write out all the ache   But will this grass get greener on the other side?   Or will I wish to slip back to showtown city lights?      Oh   Yeah I�m tired of this aching rambling soul   Oh   Yeah I just want some light place to call my home   Oh   Yeah I�m tired of this aching rambling soul   Oh   Yeah I just want some light place to call my home