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