I'm not sure if I'm entitled To anything I feel Only friends that I can trust Are my four spinning wheels One more curve and maybe it won't hurt They'll find you in my wake Forget my face, I'm just a name I smiled by mistake So what hurts in your long and quiet hours? If I bite, all my wounds are tasting sour I can't explain what I became Or who I saw in you But above the clouds hanging in the air It wouldn't be much use "Come on, John, sing your stupid song" You can fake the whole way through Don't you want to escape and make your own fate? And fade into the blue? Now what hurts in your long and quiet hours? If I bite, all my wounds are tasting sour Now I'm the only one And you're the only one