Coffee beans riding veins.
I see 1000 stars and hidden plains.
Pebbles, dirt, dusty wind and Heat.
West texas right under my feet.
Right under these used working boots.
This used body crushing up dead roots.

In between here and there.
Trying to figure out  just where.
Where will i find this spoken truth.
These dirty drugs will never soothe.
My habits might not ever die.
And i say they do, but also lie.

Ive made mistakes, and didnt learn.
I lit up cancer to watch it burn.
Anyways, thats not the point.
Put down the drink, but not the joint.
My joints hurt, i am my fear.
I screwed up so bad this year.

In the dust, away from all i know.
From the city lights and big time show.
Right here in texas, where nothing thrives.
How many deaths, how many lifes.
I mean why do we live if we end in dust?
Answer: We leave because we must.