the other kind

i woke up this morning and i took a look around at all that i got

these days i've been lookin' in the mirror and wondering if that's me lookin' back or not

i'm still the apple of my mama's eye

i'm my daddy's worst fears realized

here of late all this real estate don't seem all that real to me sometimes

i'm back out on that road again

turn this beast into the wind

there are those that break and bend

i'm the other kind

i'm the other kind

now my old buddy

what's his name

says

man what the hell are you thinkin' 'bout