I'm looking for an answer
As I move from town to town
I leave a trail of empty bottles
For the voices I must drown
Nothing in each bottle
Not an answer in the glass
But, I'm still looking for an answer
To a question life has asked
Bottle after bottle
In each tavern and each bar
I travel round by greyhound
I long sold off my car
I leave a trail of empties
And of cigarettes and dope
Looking for an answer
Looking for some hope
I'm sure it was a question
And I know I heard it clear
I think I was on my seventh bourbon
Or maybe my ninth beer
I can not quite remember
Where I heard the voices first
Were they asking me a question
Or responding to my thirst
I'm looking for the answer
To a question, that I think
Was asked to me by voices
That I heard once in a drink
The voices are much louder now
They will not quiet down
I have to find the answer
I just have to find the town
Nowhere in my memory bank
Is there space for one more voice
I have to find the answer
Or I have to make a choice
Do I keep on looking for
The answer in the glass
How do I turn the voices off
And put them in the past
I know a million taverns
Like some folks know the stars
They look up to find their answers
I just keep looking for the bars
I leave trail of bottles
And I look in every glass
'cause somewhere there's an answer
To a question I was asked
I can not quite remember
Where I heard the voices first
Were they asking me a question
Or responding to my thirst
I'm looking for the answer
To a question, that I think
Was asked to me by voices
That I heard once in a drink
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I'm looking for an answer
As I move from town to town
I leave a trail of empty bottles
For the voices I must drown
Nothing in each bottle
Not an answer in the glass
But, I'm still looking for an answer
To a question life has asked
Bottle after bottle
In each tavern and each bar
I travel round by greyhound
I long sold off my car
I leave a trail of empties
And of cigarettes and dope
Looking for an answer
Looking for some hope
I'm sure it was a question
And I know I heard it clear
I think I was on my seventh bourbon
Or maybe my ninth beer
I can not quite remember
Where I heard the voices first
Were they asking me a question
Or responding to my thirst
I'm looking for the answer
To a question, that I think
Was asked to me by voices
That I heard once in a drink
The voices are much louder now
They will not quiet down
I have to find the answer
I just have to find the town
Nowhere in my memory bank
Is there space for one more voice
I have to find the answer
Or I have to make a choice
Do I keep on looking for
The answer in the glass
How do I turn the voices off
And put them in the past
I know a million taverns
Like some folks know the stars
They look up to find their answers
I just keep looking for the bars
I leave trail of bottles
And I look in every glass
'cause somewhere there's an answer
To a question I was asked
I can not quite remember
Where I heard the voices first
Were they asking me a question
Or responding to my thirst
I'm looking for the answer
To a question, that I think
Was asked to me by voices
That I heard once in a drink
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