I woke up on a Tuesday
Feeling nothing for the questions
The sheet spiraled underneath me
Sleeping wet between my blades
Soreness in my arms
Shoveling
My hotel room was empty
Feeling nothing from the bottle
Or my paper cup of coffee
Sleeping deep between my legs
Cushions
It never made sense to me
Close your eyes and say something
Sit back a man will answer
Can't you hear that voice
Shoveling
Shoveling
Shoveling
Shoveling
Shoveling
Shoveling
Shoveling
Shoveling
Shoveling
In my sleep
I've taken it under the sun
I even changed my name
Let go of the cold railing
Let's fall until we die
I've taken it under the sun
I even paid my way
Let go of the cold railing
Let's fall