Good morning heartache
You're like an old friend  [bad word] and see me again

Look up you're in Cleveland again
solid line that never ends
I've got stories that you'll never believe
And I know it I wear it I wear it on my sleeve 

There must be somethin' about you that I liked 
But right here in the rain you know it just don't seem right
I always go out I never hide 
But in Cleveland I should have stayed inside 

Testify my love for you 
And I know [bad word] deep through your body too
From the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
The old tan van it ain't so sweet 

Somewhere in America in the city at night
We were far from home but you know it was gonna be alright 

The unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes
86 cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind