Facing New York - Claim / Subclaim lyrics

Soles are worn out in my tennis shoes Mother please carry me home The process of progress is k**ing me (now i can't go on) Someone please carry me home And my cold feet slow me down They haunt me now... Claim to subclaim, now turn it off I'm doing the best that i can Act for react, now turn it off I'm doing the best that i can Could i be losing the will to walk? Maybe it's time to run And Madison's where i will build my name (from the bottom up) Where i will work in the sun And the science slows me down But i'm free now... Claim to subclaim, now turn it off I'm doing the best that i can Broken finger, now burn it off I'm doing the best that i can Shedding the smile i used to wear (left alone to my despair) Learning how not to let it break my stride Casting my tennis shoes aside (missing what was left behind) A dead man is plotting his return tonight Burn, let me feel the burn I'm lighting a match to all i've known Think, i just want to think But this could have been a pauper's parade Claim to subclaim, now turn it off I'm doing the best that i can Blood on my hands, now wash it off I'm doing the best that i can