| You see those bullet holes in highway signs? | 
| That was me | 
| When you see a broken bottle of real fine wine, that was me | 
| When a woman weeps at a window and tears all shiny, black widow | 
| Think of me, was done by me, Yessiree, that was me | 
| You’ll feel me in the urban breeze | 
| I’ll be there when the moment’s seized | 
| I’m the saddened man that the ladies tease | 
| Yeah, my darlin', that is me | 
| Oh yeah, it’s still me, that was me | 
| When you see a slowly spreading crack, that was me | 
| And when nothing else is left intact, that was me | 
| When you come across a burning shack, when you follow in the bloody tracks | 
| Think of me, 'cause that was me, Yessiree, think of me | 
| You’ll feel me in the urban breeze | 
| I’ll be there when the moment’s seized | 
| I’m the saddened man that the ladies tease | 
| Yeah, my darlin', that is me | 
| Whoa, yeah, it’s still me | 
| My whole life is a clutter of regrets | 
| Way too big for a door | 
| Can’t get 'em out of this house yet | 
| Only breaking down these walls | 
| You’ll feel me in the urban breeze | 
| I’ll be there when the moment’s seized | 
| I’m the saddened man that the ladies tease | 
| Yeah, my darlin', that is me | 
| Oh yeah, it’s still me, that was me | 
| That was me, it’s still me | 
| Yeah, that was me | 
| It’s still me, oh yeah, that was me |