Lyrics

I know I've been a selfish old fool
Wallowing around in the darkness and gloom
But I've taken hits that I cannot sustain
while I played by these tired old rules

I'd be as rich as the day is long
If I had a dollar for everything that went wrong
But I couldn't find my own steps to retrace
To figure out how the hell I ended up in this place

But in my defense
It don't make no sense
In my defense
It won't make a difference
If I am saved, or if I am through
If I can walk on the water of my own pity pool
Where else could I be?
Where else can I go?
And is there is anyplace left for a man who's a stranger at home?

When living makes dying something worth living for
And hope is a feeling that I can't restore
Frustration is my mortar and anger as my clay
I've built up a prison that I'll never escape

But in my defense
Nothing makes sense
In my defense
It won't make a difference
If I am saved, or if I am through
If I can walk on the water of my own pity pool
Where else could I be?
Where else can I go?
And is there is anyplace left for a man who's a stranger at home?

But oh Lord can you tell that I'm, I'm out here on my own
Oh Lord, can you listen while, I'm screaming from my soul

But in my defense
Nothing makes sense
In my defense
It won't make a difference
I am saved or if I am through
Or if I can find something I've lost to give me something to lose
What's left for me here?
I've got nowhere to go.
Is there anyplace left for a man who's a stranger at home?