paul simon

i'll apologize but i'll try to make it unclear

and i love this city but i'm really not from here

now i gotta leave this town as a washed up stuntman

in a beat up coupe i imagine is a mustang

there's a voice in my head singing out turn it around

but i'm on a highway honey tearing up the east bound

there's a man out there smiling like a dying king

laughing at my soul

searching for anything

and i've got mine

i am a rock

i am an isle

and i got mine

i'm shaking ground

i'm faking found

in my little town

these days i'm searching for the great unknown

wondering if paul simon ever had it good alone

find me a place that can make a couple tables turn

that's warm all winter with a couple more bridges to burn

and i am a child yet i've got to let my spirit roam

a few more years before i'll hitch a ride home

i've got bones to break and miles to go alone

one day i'll start writing like i'm leonard cohen

and i've got mine

i am a rock

i am an isle

and i got mine

i'm shaking ground

i'm faking found

in my little town

i'm still tall and made of stone

but i still can't rest on my own

i'm still tall and made of stone

but i still can't rest on my own

i'm on my own