John Mellencamp - Gearhead lyrics

As the sound bounds in the street And you settle down to your back seat And the movement seems to be And all the jokes that you use to poke At all the dopes you were once seen with And every word that you had?? Was looking up to you for a reason And you joke at all the words that you spoke And you say hey man I was only teasing And the rhyme is no longer in time And all the words are not the words you been needin' Well your not alone, you can feel right at home You've been fully wronged, into position Its the nature of the race, in an old type of place?? Cause they'll spit in your face in their conditioned And now you think to yourself, what is left for tomorrow And it seems kinda strange, there's nothing left to gain And nothing left to borrow And the mistake your about to make Will be the final take of your sorrow (Chorus)