I'm just sitting here on a rock Just trying to collect my thoughts. No one cares 'bout what I say, So I go on livin' life this way. Smoke a pipe listen to tunes. Pa**erby's get high from fumes. Ponder the meaning of life in my mind, Think about suicide from time to time Suicide is not a choice, I wont be able to hear her voice, So I pick up my guitar and play A little mellow bluesy noise. Nobody cares about me, Who I am or what ill be Leave me here sad and lonely, But it somehow sets me free.