i've looked to the bottom of a bottle and a can/and i've looked for the wonder/in the leather of a man and it was/never enough, you see, it was/never quite enough for me/i knew there'd be/hell to pay along the way/for living as i chose to/and i ask myself in the middle of the night/just who could love me and is there a light that i've/failed to see that could save me from this/free and lonely life?/ i looked to my mother/and she gave a steady hand/but she was short on answers/so i kept short on plans/i looked to the city/i took a hard, steady look at fame/and i laughed when i realized that it was/just another empty name and it/couldn't be enough, you see, no it/couldn't be enough for me/I knew there'd be hell to pay along the way/for living as i chose to/ fair's just what you get away with/ eventually you don't miss what's not there/but i never figured out how to just not care and /maybe/that's all i need you see is for it /to never be enough for me/i knew there'd be hell to pay along the way for/living as i chose to/i knew there'd be hell to pay along the way for/living as i chose to/fair's just what you get away with/yeah, it's what you get away with