I can't think of the words to say
But the sad songs make it better
Forgetting's easy
For a moment or two
They pass with fleeting hope
I don't seem to count much
Yet life's good enough to make you forget
Good memories begin to fade
At 6 a.m. with a soul of Old No. 7
Youth's unlucky ride
Getting lost on some dark Georgia road
Lived and died a thousand times in my dreams
Got something I never knew I had
I got my fiction
Because what's the truth really worth?