"Fenway" lyrics

Took a walk down to Fenway
Had a ticket for a Red Sox game
I was reamin' from a feelin' I was dealin' with and
I know I got no one but myself to blame

But I keep thinking I can manage my change
Not a pretty pair of eyes
To see the world through

Not a pretty pair of eyes I've got
Not a pretty pair of hands and a head to match
I was fakin' what I'm takin' now I'm breakin'
In the cheap seats waitin' for an outfield catch

But I keep thinking I'm never gonna change
It's a mile and a half from the heart to the brain
If I lost my head I can't explain
Not a pretty pair of eyes
To see the world through

I'm a Charles Bukowski
A freak of nature for the world to see
I was burnin' now I'm learnin' and I'm turnin'
Into someone I said I never meant to be

The weight of the world hanging over my head
Living like this I'd be better of dead
If I keep thinking I can manage my change
Not a pretty pair of eyes
To see the world through
To see the world through
To see the world through
To see the world through

Not making any headway
Ain't got nothing good to say
I was tryin' now I'm dyin' from the lyin'
And it's almost midnight on Monday