Noir your heart out

I had been living the straight man's life just long enough; long enough for those wanderin' thoughts to come creepin back in to my head. It was real hard for a guy like me not to stray from the beaten path-- 'Cause I guy like me always wants more.

Guess I got my head in the clouds-- jus' like mamma always said. She would say things like, "If you could realize you ain't nothing special you might amount to something someday!"

But I look around and I see some guy and he's window shopping with his cute lil' wife and their lil' kiddie and I'm thinkin'-- this guy aint happy. Jus' look at him--miserable as hell.

Oh sure he's got more than me-- home-cooked meal when he comes home from work an' a nice big arm chair to sit in and a wife who loves him in the middle of the night but that ain't what he really wants.

While he's sitting there with Junior on his lap drinkin' his beer, he's thinkin' about that ol' chap of his back in college that went off to China or Peru or somethin' like that and made it big in Silver bullion or diamonds or tropical medicines or something.

And he starts to think, "what have I done"? And he starts to regret. And he starts to get angry deep inside because he knows he can never go back.

The stray dog may not have a pot to piss in but at least he's free to roam.