Held back by circumstances, I ain’t good with romances
I never was much of a looker
All night we’ll drive until we hit Texas
and maybe stop in Dallas and have ourselves a drink
Don’t mislead
Don’t mislead
You can shoot it straight with me
I believe
I believe that god is lost at sea
Hold on to what this life is giving
I do a lot of sinning
I always was a drinker
Who knows where we go when this chapter is over?
Are we pushing up clover or are there footnotes to be read?
