Ron Hawkins - Born to It lyrics

I would leave here But it's all I've ever known I feel like a ghost town Right before all the people have gone And you wouldn't know it, to look upon me The quiet, desperate dreams that I own But every morning, yeah she calls me Back to the warm bed that I call home Though I'm sleeping Even still I'm not alone Five in the morning And he's calling me on the phone With clear instructions and sad seductions Don't you know he was born to it You can punch the ceiling but it won't stop you feeling Rush out in the street and pull your collar up around your ringing ears Some are born to serve Yeah and others they're just born bad Some are born to late Yeah and others they're born into sadness Some are brought in And some, they fall in But don't you know I was born to it With a fragile vision of indecision A tour van and a duffle coat An empty pocket, a crumpled note From someone whose name I can't recall In a town I wish I'd never seen Break my coffee cups and burn my spiral notebooks Snap my pens and shave my pencils down to nothing Lock my cd's in your old man's liquor cabinet I won't tell if you won't tell a soul I'll be going soon And I don't know if I'm coming home