I've been down to Galveston
And Houston before that
Tried to find some work somewhere
But just kept falling flat
I was much too proud to crack and
Say that I was wrong
Here's the catch:
To suffer was the right choice all along
Damned if I do, damned if I don't
Staying ain't a choice
If I go off leaving, then I risk losing my voice
So I threw the towel in; I'm
Still riding the low
Running on the fumes of pride I haven't used to grow
I've been down
To my very last dollar and
Right to the end of my rope
Made to drown
'Til I was digging in the couches of strangers for some quarters, I'd hope
Beat back into line
They told me to sit, and they
Took away my only release
Still came out fine
"Fine" is subjective, but I'm living, and I'm still in one piece
I talk about myself a lot
It helps me come to grips
Plus,
I don't quote or dare put words on anybody's lips
I just hope you come to find I've
Learned some lessons well
If you're wise, you'll listen to the teachings that I tell
I'm making up a new commotion
Trying to get myself in motion
Massive crack in my devotion
I could use a magic potion
Dealing with the consequences
Of my screaming, cheating exes
Oh, my God, let me tell you that I've been down
I've been down
To the bottom of the bottle, and I've
Thrown it back up to the top
Lost my crown
So I set my sights upon it, and I
Don't see any reason to stop
Working overtime
I'll keep to my practice, and I'll
Always practice just what I preach
Turns out that I'm
A little stronger than I thought, so I
Wonder what's within my reach
Burning up my concentration
Testing out my dedication
Drawing in a congregation
How do I start conversation?
Dealing with the social pressure
I could use a damned refresher
Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm still quite down.