Sitting in an old dusty bar
Not a dollar to my name
Sitting here with old dusty friends
Just trying to reclaim my name
Wondering around seeing those old live bands
Ill be sick and tired till the wind rolls me in
Roll this dust off my sleeves and ill let you in
Aimless wonder, I’ve been up for days
My body grows weary
Yes, yes I'll be sick and tired till the wind rolls me in