Restless Disposition

I've learned many hard lessons, it ain't no mystery
There is a plan for everything we see
And the random combination
Of love and its frustrations
Paint the present with the brush of history.

I take refuge in the streetlight of my restless disposition
As I stumble down the dark side of my dreams
And I reap the consequence of being born in this position
With the winds of change tugging at the seams

I use my heart to hollow a place to hide my shame
Wrapped up tight with faces and with names
And if my fears are fully rendered
By those trivial acts remembered
Well I guess I've only go myself to blame

I take refuge in the streetlight of my restless disposition
As I stumble down the dark side of my dreams
And I reap the consequence of being born in this position
With the winds of change tugging at the seams.

I never hesitate to go to battle over pride
If I felt confronted or defied
Ah, but what's the point in trying
If your cause ain't worth the dying
When there's nothing worth saving deep inside.

I take refuge in the streetlight of my restless disposition
As I stumble down the dark side of my dreams
And I reap the consequence of being born in this position
With the winds of change tugging at the seams.

I burned right through my twenties in a smoky adrenaline haze
Putting more life in my nights than in my days
And to my lovers unrequited
And to those I might have spited
I hope you forgive my roguish ways

I take refuge in the streetlight of my restless disposition
As I stumble down the dark side of my dreams
And I reap the consequence of being born in this position
With the winds of change tugging at the seams,
With the winds of change tugging at the seams.