I see you at the liquor store leaving with the cheapest can of beer on the shelf You ain't living on the street, but you barely making rent, and I relate because I'm struggling myself I see you smile at the clerk while you fumble through your purse, I just wish I had a little more to help I imagine where you living, how you feeling, what you love and who you'll be if you can make it out your hell I see you at the bus stop, looking at the sidewalk, smoking half a cigarette, waiting for a ride Kinda limp when you walk and look away when you talk, you're ashamed, I can see it in your eyes Probably got a NASCAR shirt and a car that you love, but you're here 'cause you're too afraid to drive It's been almost ten years since the day that you crashed, can't forget about the little boy's life
Everybody's got a story; if you look a little closer, you can see it in the wrinkles in their face They can hide it in the silence, they can bury it and fight it, but it comes out when their hair is turning grey You can feel it if you touch 'em, you can tell that they are troubled, you can hear the story running through their veins We all travel different roads, and we put on different clothes; underneath it all, we're really all the same
We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones (x2)
I see you sitting on the front porch, playing with a radio, looking to the sky Probably living in that house all alone these days, tryna find a better way to pass time Got a wheelchair ramp leading up to the door, I can see that you walk just fine Probably hate it 'cause it isn't gettin' used anymore, and you only ever built it for your wife Everywhere that I walk, see you on the sidewalk, begging for a little loose change for some dope Probably got a mama and a papa spending everything they make, tryna clean you up enough to take you home Used to have a good job, used to get good grades, used to have big dreams, then you lost hope When your girlfriend died giving birth to your son, you're the father that he'll probably never know
Everybody has a tale that they're too afraid to tell, you can see it in the cracks in their hands They can cover it with smiles; if you walk a couple miles in their shoes, then you'll know where they stand Everyone who really lived had to climb out of a ditch they were in before they found the right path If you wanna know the truth about what we've been going through, then try to put your phone away so you can ask
We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones (x2)
We are the neighbors that you'll never meet We are the strangers walking down your street We are a million faces in the crowd We are the ones the system's tearing down We are the people working to survive We are more than just our nine-to-fives We are the shopping malls and streetcars We are one, it's time to tell 'em just who we are
We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones (x2)
We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
