What you're looking for is never what you find Nothing ever seems to turn out right Still running around still searching All these long indifferent streets For your lover or some cover To protect you from the heat That you feel inside Inflamed since you learned to cry Ever since you learned to walk you ran away Kept running till you couldn't feel your legs Now you stumble round this drunken town Pawn shops and titty bars Telling tales of just how far you got But they'll all know who you are Yeah you're not so great You're just early out of the gate There's a portrait of your mom when she was young Her face was shining brightly as the sun The son who got away from her But came back home again To find a women wrapped With all this love she couldn't give But you know she did You just couldn't feel it then Found a birthday card from this lady I used to know It said boy you're really starting to get old She's the mother of my mother I knew just what she meant She'd been through it before She'd known of all of this resentment Becomes regret I just hadn't gotten there yet Nothing ever seems to turn out right No never, never seems to turn out right So I leave it at this My deep blues need rest