Race Ricketts - Mr. Tin Man

Hey Mr. Tin Man good to see you again
Got a skin as hard as iron
But only paper thin
Hey Mr. Tin Man could you explain to me
How to fill this empty space where my heart used to be
Hey Mr. Tin Man good to see you again
Spent more than my share of quarters
On this game that I can’t win
Hey Mr. Tin Man could you lend me a hand
Stayed up far too many nights where 4AM is my best friend
And I’m not one to complain
But I have a hundred missed calls that I ain’t returned
Standing in the rubble of the bridges I’ve burned
And I can’t seem to shake this feeling as of late
My weeks run together every day's the same
It’s no fun sleeping in this bed I’ve made
The hurt that still remains
It’s the rust after the rain
Hey Mr. Tin Man can you tell me the time
What Id give to turn the clock
Restart this life of mine
I got one foot standing in the grave
The others close behind
Six foot ain’t much looking down
But tall enough the damned can’t climb
Hey Mr. Tin Man I think it’s clear to see
Despite all my living pieces
You’re still more man than me
I’ve heard all of the stories
Just how far we have to go
What they don’t tell you about the road
Is yellow paint is cheap you know
And I’m not one to complain
But I have a hundred missed calls that I ain’t returned
Standing in the rubble of the bridges I’ve burned
And I can’t seem to shake this feeling as of late
My weeks run together every day's the same
It’s no fun sleeping in this bed I’ve made
The hurt that still remains
It’s the rust after the rain
I have a hundred missed calls that I ain’t returned
Standing in the rubble of the bridges I’ve burned
And I can’t seem to shake this feeling as of late
My weeks run together every day's the same
It’s no fun sleeping in this bed I’ve made
The hurt that still remains
It’s the rust
It's the rust, yes I have a hundred missed calls that I ain’t returned
Standing in the rubble of the bridges I’ve burned
And I can’t seem to shake this feeling as of late
My weeks run together every day's the same
It’s no fun sleeping in this bed I’ve made
The hurt that still remains
It’s the rust after the rain

Written by:
Race Ricketts

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