Greg Keelor - Outskirts lyrics

Lead Vocal by Greg Here on the outskirts of life Dreams seldom come true Flippin' thru photographs emotional holographs Cutouts of all the figures you might've been Reflections of a life that you once lived As the evening descends Your conscious of every breath And every moment is a crisis, I guess Starin' out the windows of your hotel room You lit one too many fires underneath that spoon Well I guess you deserve the chosen few Real life, just out of view Well that's just here On the outskirts Yea, that's here On the outskirts of your life And there's a picture we've all seen It was taken in the lobby of the L.A. Amba**ador Hotel It's the silhouette of a man in another's arms So turn off your TVs, and let that train go home 'Cause everyone warned you that California Wasn't goin' to be the end California wasn't gonna be the end And tell me where can you hide when The whole world is ugly and strange Yea tell me where you gonna turn when This whole world knows your name And these four walls are screamin' And all your friends were so deceiving Yea you forgot the lines of a part you rehearsed so well Lyin' awake in the Brazilian Court Hotel But that's just here On the outskirts Yea, that's here On the outskirts Of your life...