Well, you walk into a restaurant
Strung out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you’re shakin’ off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you
But you just want to explode
Most times you can’t hear ‘em talk
Other times you can
The same old clichés
“Is that a woman or a man?”
And you always seem outnumbered
You don’t dare make a stand
My age is telling, I can remember music but not the artist.