an old outsider
an old hider
an old backslider
that be me
just be who i be

an old don't know
an old won't show
growin' old in his glow
growin' old in the flow
growin' old still tryin' ta' grow
don't ya' know?

remeberin' the past
that didn't last
knowin' the shadow it cast

seein' taday
as a way
to pass away
each day
into tomorrow
and tomorrow's sorrow
can't borrow
from time
it don't lend
so i tend
ta' try ta' mend
my way
each day

learnin' ta' write
each day
or late at night
earnin' ta' say
things
my way

hearts been brokin'
done paid my token
at the toll booth
slowly learnin' the truth

what's done
is done
was it fun?
did i have my day
in the sun?
or was i always on the run?

a question i can't answer
but i always was a dancer
though i couldn't dance
i took my stance
i took a chance
and, naturally, i would prance
around a pool table
unstable
from drink
i'd think
i was a pool
playin' fool
mr. cool

just an old rider
an old backslider
an old hider
an old outsider
from life
as it passed me bye
with it's strife
i'd wonder why?

why do i seldom puncuate?
why do i ever spell?
why do i care about Capitlization?

'cause nuthin'
means nuthin'
ta' me.
see...
an old slider
an old glider
i be...

just an old backslider
an old outsider...

that's me!