Rather Low

My eyes adjust, my joints are rusty, sheets are awful cold and dusty, roll over folks it must have
been another night on the bend.
Kick rocks, slept in socks, BooLahLah and levee walks, this couch is my kingdom and I swear
there’s bugs in my head.
Sick sad and sentient, a penny saved a penny spent, asleep at the wheel sure beats being
awake in my bed.
Last call to feel small, I dread the sight of alcohol, I don’t know where this train stops but I want
off.
Been rather low, out here together. Reckon that we’ll keep trying if rock bottom it never shows
You’re not alone, if there’s a storm to weather
I aint welcome at home, I don’t know about you
Double takes and double stops, I double dare ya call the cops, I’ll die where I stand if I hear
wagon wheel again.
40 days of foggy nights, withered by the city lights, I don’t remember existential crisis being part
of the deal.
I told you once I told you twice, I’m steeped in verse and cursed in vice, I traded my 40 acres for
a mountain of pain.
Hotdamn Hamm’s can, blinded in the promised land, I don’t mind if I do declare: we’re as good
as dead.
Been rather low, out here together. Reckon that we’ll keep trying if rock bottom it never shows
You’re not alone, if there’s a storm to weather
I aint welcome at home, I don’t know about you