By: jimmy buffett 1971 In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun was brightly beaming I heard her crying out, what is it all about? I just don't know, but I can't go back home.
Lonely princess All the days out on your own are growing empty Nothing is going well If you could only tell them how you feel They're too real to understand
Chorus: Too many trite expressions Ending in forced rejections long ago Too many innocent faces Too many far out places something's wrong Let me tell you that something's wrong It's been that way so long, and it's a shame
On the street car To the city where she knows that she might lose it all Riding for just a dime, takin' her own sweet time And knowing well this could be her final fall
Past the boutique Down the alley to the river, people pass her by Sits on the big gray rocks, takes off her boots and socks And knowing what she will do next just starts to cry
Chorus: Too many small suggestions Endin' in angry questions from her dad Too many t.v. dinners And everyone loves a winner, but she was lost No one knows the trials she had
In the shelter In the mornin' as the sun was brightly gleaming I heard her crying out, what is it all about? I just don't know, but I can't go back home.
Lord, I just don't know, but I can't go back home.