Nobody seems to want me nor to lend a helping hand
I'm on my way from 'Frisco, headin' back to Dixie Land
My pocketbook is empty, my heart is willed with pain
I'm a thousand miles away from home just waiting for a train *
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I arrived at the station at the crack of dawn
I stood and stared away when I felt other eyes stare on
Adorned in black and short dark hair worn on either side
My head held high, undaunted, tears swell within my eyes
See, I’m some kind of freak of nature, an animal unleashed
The devil sang and God died the day I was released
I don’t know how I got here or why I am so cursed
But my retractable claws seem to always come out first
All around me lovers sitting, and I alone must stand
Nobody seems to want me, nor to lend a helping hand
The earliest memory I have found me in Oxnard
Just two weeks ago, well I woke up in a car
To the sound of men in suits, talking to the radio
Then they must have taken the keys, so I hitched alone
I don’t know where I was going, I didn’t really care
I just wanted to find something who would take me there
Then he rolled down his window, and offered me a ride
His Sioux Indian decent was impossible to hide
Lost in his blue eyes that seemed to understand
“I’m on my way from ‘Frisco, headin’ back to Dixie Landâ€
The first words that he said to me, I carry in my chest
And call it my paper cut-out heart, until I find a better trend
Other passengers grow restless with the passing of an hour
The weather mocks my melancholy with a chilling shower
All turn to the girl in black, she must be cause
I do not create such storms, all I have are claws
But I shall not use them, or show my true form and face
I made a promise to a wise man, and this is not the place
One in need reaches up to me, but I too turn in shame
My pocketbook is empty, my heart is willed with pain
I step out further toward the tracks, and fall over the edge
Staring through a mask of blood dripping from my head
All I taste is rain and rust, my limbs numbed to the ground
I wonder if they’ll notice that I’m not around
Was I ever really there, it already seems so like a dream
Soon I shall trade all I don’t remember for eternal sleep
Nobody listens to the silent, I am not a champion
I burned all my would-be bridges, this is who I am
Nobody left to grieve for me, nobody knows my name
I’m a thousand miles away from home just waiting for a train
