Oh i still have sand and salt on my face, and a busted old banjo on my knee. But there is no room in this beautiful place for a big boy like me.
For a big boy like me, who can keep any pain in his heart. For a big boy like me, who can sleep all alone in the dark.
Oh she likes the night, and she likes the moon, and the sounds of the city and the sea. But there is no space in her bedroom for a big boy like me.
Now all i've ever seen and all i've ever heard went through me like wind in a tree. And there is no place in this thin blue world for a big boy like me.