I'm an Outlaw

Do you got wise blood that come when [?]

I'm an outlaw on the brink of

Self-implosion

Alone in a crowd on the corner

Going nowhere slow

I'm an outlaw on the brink of

Self-implosion

Alone in a crowd on the corner

In my walkman in a snowglobe

Going nowhere slow

I'm an outlaw by the ocean

Watch it come crashing against my skin

He pulled from Gene Clark to Clarence White

And then he's alright

I'm an outlaw on the brink of

Imploding

Alone in a crowd on the corner

Burned from vinyl, dimed from cans, peaked to the dome

I'm an outlaw under Orion's belt

Dumb thing to sing but it had a ring to it

Do you got wise blood [?]

As my eardrum drums on through the night now

Under exile, the constellations

Just-a-idling in slow motion

So is the life of the outlaw

[?] human being