Words

Well I woke up this morning with a hurricane in my head. 
Blinded by the wind and the rain. I guess I thought I could
 ride out that storm now I'm afraid of the choice I've 
made. Wearing that anger on your collar for the whole world
 to see the trouble you've been under. Carry that chip boy 
on your shoulder while the rest just suffer, under the 
weight of your boulder, while we are slowly growing older. 
Well you better make your words soft and sweet, cause you 
never know from day to day, which ones you'll have to eat. 
Lord you never know from day to day, which ones you'll have
 to eat. Truck showed up somewhere in Florida, I guess it 
had been about ten years. Just dropped down like a stone 
from the sky, hoping we might still be friends. A crook 
with a hook out on the road starting to believe all the 
lies he told. One winter's night in the Montana snow well 
all his pride he finally broke down and let it go. Tired of
 hiding from the man who stole the show. Well his words 
they cried truth and humility still you never know from day
 to day, which ones you'll have to eat. Well I took a 
little ride not long ago. To a far away land where the corn
 don't grow. And a dark haired woman climbed in my head and
 like a fool I believed every word she said. Words broken, 
won't you give me one or two to call my own. Words broken, 
they are just lines. Words broken won't you give me one or 
two that I can keep. Words broken they are just lines. 
Heading west from Ashland, boy where's your soul bound. Ten
 thousand feet up in the sky and on your face there is 
still a frown. Wearing that anger on your collar for the 
whole world to see the trouble you've been under. Carry 
that chip boy on your shoulder while the rest just suffer 
under the weight of your boulder, while we are slowly 
growing older. You better make your words soft and sweet 
cause you never know from day to day, which ones you'll 
have to eat. Lord you never know from day to day which ones
 you'll have to eat.