Wal-

king

Scott

Street,

fee-

ling

like

a

stran-

ger

With

an

o-

pen

heart,

o-

pen

con-

tai-

ner

I've

got

a

stack

of

mail

and

a

tall

can

It's

a

sho-

wer

beer,

it's

a

pay-

ment

plan

There's

he-

li-

cop-

ters

o-

ver

my

head

Eve-

ry

night

when

I

go

to

bed

Spen-

ding

mo-

ney,

and

I

earned

it

When

I'm

lone-

ly,

that's

when

I'll

burn

it

Do

you

feel

a-

shamed

When

you

hear

my

name?

I

asked

you,

"How

is

your

sis-

ter?

I

heard

she

got

her

deg-

ree."

And

I

said,

"That

makes

me

feel

old"

You

said,

"What

does

that

make

me?"

I

asked

you,

"How

is

play-

ing

drums?"

Said,

"It's

too

much

shit

to

car-

ry"

"And

what

a-

bout

the

band?"

You

said,

"They're

all

get-

ting

mar-

ried"

Do

you

feel

a-

shamed

When

you

hear

my

name?

A-

ny-

way,

don't

be

a

stran-

ger

A-

ny-

way,

don't

be

a

stran-

ger

Don't

be

a

stran-

ger