He got the droop of a fatherless child Almost imperceptible, one can't see it with the naked eye Oh but I can That cardboard lady in the corner store Her sparkle is all painted on Six no-good men took her shine and more Left her youth near Sausalito Oh it's humourless and comical at once Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust Oh it's humourless, it's humourless They look me over, one up and one down I can tell they're wondering who my people are I say I'm new in town I know it's gonna take a while Oh it's humourless and comical at once Always being a stranger wearing the last town's dust Oh it's humourless, it's humourless I speculate and browse the duraflame Winter in the west coast cool Out by the sea where no one knows my name I'm on the road like Jack Kerouac Like Jack, Jack Kerouac Like Jack, Jack Kerouac Like Jack, Jack Kerouac
