Plenty of reasons why
I never did the things I thought about
So many fast fact distractions
Swindling dwindling matter of facts
Talking swish backs flashing rat finks
Drinking pint after pint
Never having to think
The great Deluge warning sign
As the outside neighbor's pine
Is roaring red holding tight to dread
Buddy Guy roaring wild whistling mad young as a child
I'm sitting her wondering
When I'm going fishing?
There is no doubt in my mind
That I could die tomorrow
And few would hang their head in sorrow
I'm not saying I need people's recognition
Or other's to woe and sow fields of tears for me
But I wanna meet that one lady that I never caught
Or that other guy that still owes me a buck
Catch a fever in the middle of the night
And not have a soul around me to make me feel alright
Maybe it was the chill of the winters night that got me down
Or maybe I closed my youthful ears so I couldn't hear a sound
And maybe tomorrow I'll still be feeling this low down blue
But I know in my mind there ain't nothing else I can do
Somehow these roads continue on to places unknown
Scatter brained and worn out
My brains on it's final bout
But I still trek on alone or with some stranger anew
These are lonesome roads we will walk
Sometimes even when your feeling blue
Too many ideas to write down with a body that can't keep up
Inject it straight, hang to *******, don't ever be late
Fortifying my fortititudes till the last drop is gone
Praying properly to a God that I ain't ever met yet
I know that I'm losing, I know I owe'em a bet
Forever sloshing like a naked horse in the mud
A pig swirling elegant like, a breaking portrait of majesty
Noted for their disgusting epic superiority
Fervor in flames that jump like frogs from pad to pad
200 men and women flee just trying to be
Human efforts of conviction born anew
Pulling their souls through the burning coals