Lord I'm high as a kite
Despite how low I feel like I am
Tell me a lie
Turn around and do it again
I tried so hard to please her
Didn't try hard enough to appease her
I'd feel better off dead than alive
Wishing you goodbye
Always got to make your stand
Got my head held high
While you got your got your head in the sand
She's California sober
Spent a decade or two hungover
I've been down that road one or two times
Lord I got to find another way
I promise I won't sign my soul away
Rotting on the vine is getting old
Catch the blues 'round here like a common cold
Walk on by
Everybody trying to be different makes em' all the same
Anybody tryin to sell ya will tell you anything
Take it with a grain of salt
Most good things they can't be bought
And we all got time hanging on the line
Think before you speak
Hell I'm having trouble speaking at all
I'm tripping over my feet
Soon I'm gonna start having to crawl
I hope and pray for closure
Wake me up and I'll do it all over
Staying up all night praying for a ray of light
Lord I got to find another way
I promise I won't sign my soul away
Rotting on the vine is getting old
Catch the blues round here like a common cold
That's alright
That's alright
Walk on by