Look up you're in Cleveland again 
a solid line that never ends 
i've got stories you'll never realize 
and i know it i wear it on my sleeve  
 
there must be somethin' about you that I liked but 
right here in the rain you know it just don't seem right 
I always go out I never hide but in Cleveland 
I should have stayed inside  
 
good morning heartache 
your like an old friend  
 
come and see me again testify my love 
for you I know it runs deep through your body too 
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete 
the old tan van it ain't so sweet  
 
somewhere in America in the city at night 
we were far from home but you know it was gonna be alright  
 
the unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes 
86 cents in these pockets of mine