Born in this world a stranger all alone Starving to find a place where I belong Because bread recommends we defend the men we are And I no longer care to bear this weight on my own I know that I Can do all these things if I try I got a bottle of whiskey and rye And it hurts so bad when I cry The Salt in my eyes won't dry Reading the scripture disguises the picture of home Why we're here This question so unclear Just like the rise and the fall, I'll find a place on my own And this love will remain This feeling won't change