Toughie

Queen Ann sits at her vanity, lost and looking backward.
She leans in, takes a sip of her grin from the mirror.
Down the street there's a man with a pen in his hand
listening to some new song.
As he's writing down words it's like shooting at birds
with a Daisy gun.

It's a toughie.
Your skin's gotta be thick so you can't feel the prick of
the pin.
It's a toughie.
But it's gotta be thin so you can let the world in.

Watch out Dallas! There's lightning in your forecast.
With your death wish eye you're gonna see your
maker tonight.
"Nuevo Laredo, here I come!" I cried in drunk elation.
And I saw some things that you just can't see and
stay young.

It's a toughie.
Your skin's gotta be thick so you can't feel the prick of
the pin.
It's a toughie.
But it's gotta be thin so you can let the world in.

I left home with a bag of milk bones the day I turned 16.
I was climbing the walls till I drifted east on the jet stream.
My money ran out where the hills flattened out, Boulder, Colorado.
I worked for my meals passing out handbills in the rain.

It's a toughie.
Your skin's gotta be thick so you can't feel the prick of
the pin.
It's a toughie.
But it's gotta be thin so you can let the world in.
Let the world in.
Let the world in.