Story Behind The Song
My Dad owned a Scrap Metal yard when I was a kid (and all my life). I never went anywhere or did anything on summer holidays except go to the Scrapyard with him. I was always ashamed of having a Dad that was a "Scrap Man" as the kids would say. So I've always been crossing over so to speak to avoid who I really am which has always been this underlying feeling of being a loser.
| Song Length |
3:11 |
Genre |
Rock - Grunge |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
There's a Scrapyard Truck down the end of the road
There's a makeshift garden where my childhood grows
There's a secret spot there hidden from me
Maybe one day maybe, one day I will see
But now I'm crossing over
Crossing over so I can't see
Who I really am
Who I really am
Woah ho
There's a little cat there she waits for me
She lives in an old car that smells like
Gasoline
But now I'm crossing over
Crossing over so I can't see
Who I really am
Who I really am
Woah ho
And a little further down this road
The busted beaver dams feel just like
Just like my soul
But now I'm crossing over
Crossing over so I can't see
Who I really am
Who I really am
Woah ho
But now I'm crossing over
Crossing over so I can't see
Who I really am
Who I really am
Woah ho