Lyrics:

Here at the end, pathetic again
But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line
Curse all the soldiers, I swear that I'll hold ya
When gentle days pass through my mind, through my mind
Shackle the wind and I'll see you again
When I ain't got nothing to prove
Shackle the wind and I'll see you again
When I ain't got nothing to prove
Indian dreams and debutante summers
I stammered and stuttered through lies, through lies
You took advantage of a splintered filled victory
While weakness held on in my eyes, in my eyes
(Chorus)
Cedar chest letters, tears in a dorm
A rain dog alone in the storm, in the storm
Victim of alleyways, cancer torn families
Victim of alleyways born, still born
(Chorus x2)
Here at the end, pathetic again
But I'll hang your clothes on the line, on the line