Magic Marker (acoustic Version)

There were times when all this freedom
Had me wasted, wild and bored
Shooting through the ceiling
Shaking off the desert storm
Reaching out for something
Trying to let go of the war
Hoping hard for something to hold on to

Stretching out the truth
Trying to seem a little hard
Scratching at the eight ball
In the back half of the bar
Used to always roll around with a magic marker
Sometimes it just feels good to write your name

Later on we'd end up
At the after hours house
With the guy who took the money
With a fish hook in his mouth
Pretty girls all burning holes
In the cushions of the couch
Times we saw dawn kicking the windows

Spent the best part of the summer
Trying to come up with a plan
Made a couple little changes
Met up with a man
Did something kind of strange
But I made like sixteen grand
Hope I never have to pull that trick again
Hope I never have to pull that trick again

Went out west and tried to double it
Lost it all, tried to recover it
Got pistol whipped in Portland
Lord I got so much of it
Had trouble with my numbers for some time

Some priest he got me clean
VA fixed my face
I came home behind the counter
Started working at my uncle's place
Mostly taking orders
Shaking cans of paint
Someone had to help me make the change

It's been twenty years
Since what we call the accident
Everybody knows
No one ever mentions it
Everybody's talking about the president
Me I'm never sure what I should say

I'm still working at my uncle's place
Still drive around in darkness
But I'm mostly staying straight
There's pretty girls up there at Independence Lake
They don't seem to see me anymore

Better with my numbers now
Parked down by the water
Stretching out the truth
Make it seem a little softer
I still roll around
With a magic marker
Some nights it just feels good to write your name
Some nights it just feels good to write your name