held back by circ-mstances, 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
you can shoot it straight with me
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?