I'm an Outlaw

Do you got wise blood that come when [?] I'm an outlaw on the brink of Self-implosion Alone in a crowd on the corner Going nowhere slow I'm an outlaw on the brink of Self-implosion Alone in a crowd on the corner In my walkman in a snowglobe Going nowhere slow I'm an outlaw by the ocean Watch it come crashing against my skin He pulled from Gene Clark to Clarence White And then he's alright I'm an outlaw on the brink of Imploding Alone in a crowd on the corner Burned from vinyl, dimed from cans, peaked to the dome I'm an outlaw under Orion's belt Dumb thing to sing but it had a ring to it Do you got wise blood [?] As my eardrum drums on through the night now Under exile, the constellations Just-a-idling in slow motion So is the life of the outlaw [?] human being