I am a traveling salesman I am selling things that no one needs I travel light, my only help are These worn out shoes and a grateful smile
I am a tattooed sailor A wind has carved deep lines in my face I am tired of whores and I am tired of harbors I am tired of a million different shades of blue
I am a race driver Gasoline soaked asphalt, adrenalin and noise A picture of my mom hanging sheets and singing Goes through my head each time I face death
I am a coal miner I am digging in the dark covered in the dust Shovel in my hands, anger in my heart Everyday again I am blinded by the sun
I am a private eye Professional indifference, soul full of scars I am swimming in a sea of emptiness and pain Bottle in my desk helps me fall asleep
I am a trapeze artist I am dancing high above the ground I am dancing high above the lights Above the words, above the sounds