Down The Road And Back… Again…

She never came from Miami FLA She never found herself Like other girls they say She had the kind of face You'd never even miss Invisible and bliss She couldn't understand Why nobody felt like this She walked a mile in her favorite pair of heels Just to imagine how it looks and how it feels To be the kind of girl that everyone adored High upon the floorboard Smiling through her teeth Wild as thunder underneath High, high in the sky How to reach her you and I Witnessing the days go by Don't it make a poor girl cry Oh, Lord, it's a sin All this pain we're living in Don't it make your poor head spin Down the road and back again Down the road and back again He never told himself, ambition wasn't real He taught his eyes to think and his brain how to feel He got his wires crossed and couldn't raise a smile Made sense once in a while Counting down the days Till his clothes came back in style He couldn't see how anything was right or wrong He knew the words and tune but didn't know the song He spoke a language that he couldn't barely speak An out of date technique Though he was just blood and bone He always felt unique High, high in the sky Out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by Don't it make a poor girl cry? Oh, Lord, it's a sin All this pain we're living in Don't it make your poor head spin? Down the road and back again Down the road and back again Down the road and back again Down the road and back again Each and every last one in denial Counting every minute till it seems worthwhile Dragging behind them every last heartache Singing, Jesus, forgive me For their own sweet sake In a fever Nothing better When your soul's at stake And high, high in the sky Out of reach of you and I Witnessing the days go by Don't it make a poor girl cry? Lord, it's a sin All this pain we're living in Don't it make your poor head spin? Down the road and back again Down the road and back again Down the road and back again Down the road and back again Down the road and back again