Dark clouds painted the western sky As I poured over the classifieds In the local diner Where a muted TV on the countertop Next to the coffeepot Re-ran The Outsiders Truer words were never spoken Cherry, when you assured "Things are rough all over" I tried to run from the salt-cracked streets Where nothing but despondency Ever seemed to thrive Burned a path across these lonely states And cursed my naiveté On the other side I was a ghost on the Fourth of July When the fireworks shone in your tear-filled eyes It's hard to not drip with disdain after drowning in debt God damn the blood in my veins, I ain't no patriot I saw burdens much heavier than mine on weaker shoulders It's hard not to take a dive sometimes when things are rough all over