"The Last Of The International Playboys" lyrics

This pressure's a motherfuck
Moving on and up through a crawl space to nowhere
These theories and equations can't be settled
Paper trails are getting longer, can you meet me in the middle
And I follow the trail to you

I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
I'm alright

The fact and fiction's the same
Be quick to learn the game
Cause everybody wants to play the actor
But percentage and factors can leave you high and dry
Listen for echoes and prayers gone by

I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright
I'm alright

In a city of angels it seems so out of place
Too many broken hearts in too big a space

I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright

No I never had the words to tell you
That I never had a home to run to
But I'm back on my feet and it's alright

I'm out of space, I'm out of time
But it's alright
I'm out of space, I'm out of time
But it's alright