Dirt in My Pocket - Joe Bonamassa

So here's my situation, for all the world to see
Gone is my innocence, all that's left is me
Rising up, just to tear me down
I can be your perfect stranger, but just not now
Insomnia ,it drains my life
Gone is the stranger from a forgotten time
Fly me out of the windowsill
No it ain't about my life, and it ain't about my will
Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions
I've been around along time, I can't lie to myself
Dirt in my Pocket, dirt on my Shoes
Makes a grown man win again, it's an easy man's blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, leads a blind man blues
Lost in a Daze as I find myself
Looking for new ways, to find a way out
Causin' an effect, makes me drown a desire
Tempted by my fate, of a virgin fire
Warring superstitions, joy and inhibitions
I've been around a long time, I can't lie to myself
Dirt in my pocket's, dirt on my shoes
Makes a grown man win again
It's a easy man's blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Leaves a good man walking, it's a blind man's blues
Dirt on my conscience, dirt over you
Makes a good man walking, it's a easy man's blues yeah
Hey, dirt in my pocket now