well I was sitting out back underneath the stars Take in a couple of swigs play a couple of bars Wonder where the time went and who's praying for me I know somebody's gotta be praying for me.
So I'm feeling faux pa and bored with friends angry with neighbors lonesome crowded winds blowin me down like an eight mile island I can't see out of the car I'm driving but I can tell the future's not exciting I work tomorrow then I'll strum my guitar but not much to keep me out of the bars cept poverty **** and writing in cars
So now I'm sittin out back underneath the stars Take a couple of swigs eat a couple a bars Wonder where the time went praying for you I'm Still on my knees just praying for you
Well I don't know what I'm talkin about Just wrote a couple songs and I'm spit'n em out Ain't worth $hit and my brains on drought but I, Should I, Reason my doubt...? I'll drop a couple of classes I'm going for broke Hit my head on the bad lands buried the Pope stuck my nose in the air like I was downing a Coke When I woke up in evening I hadn't gotten too far They took an empty spot next to me at the bar
So Sitting out back underneath the stars Take a couple of wigs take a couple of cars Wander in the barn house pray Mr. Blue huffing the Gasoline Praying for you
Funny when you predict your own future...and this is an old tune of mine. Goes something like this.