Poorly You're more than poorly Jimmy More than that Worse than that This is a case of photographs Smudged and dropped and laughed at Here's some things that came in post Letters never sent but wrote Shelves of books not opened Browsed in and bored you Unlocked things that should have been fastened down To be burned To be burned Jimmy To be gone forever So you're Down town raking bins Through carry outs and skins To find the hundred things that led you here So you're Down town raking bins Through carry outs and skins To find the hundred things that led you here Long night walking hills Scratched and cut Bruised and hurt With all your tension and your guilt Stories of the beer and care and speed you spilled Pleased at your speaking Worried by the content About this love and this land and this firmament Forgotten how to dream Started just to scream Forgotten to return To return Jimmy To fight your way back [CHORUS] Tired Well I'm tired too Jimmy More than that I'm angry at that Well now that I'm finished This small town world seems so much bigger It didn't seem important then Between jobs and flags and parliaments But our small time world seems bigger And maybe more worth fighting for Maybe at the heart of things They'll be clowns And we'll be kings [CHORUS]