I'm trying to focus
But i'm fallin asleep
the baggage on my eyelids is too
heavy to keep from fallin
Ramble on, on through the night
I've been driving
since a quater to three
I've seen the sun come up so mnay times
this week it's scary
Rollin on until the day

When i get off that open road
There's a pull within my bones
Like a ship bound by a rope
It won't let go, it won't let go
It won't let go, It won't let go

I've been run over
by the hangover truck
A drive-by shooting shot down
By twelve ounce eighty proff slugs
Embedded, in my head
The ache in my head
I've been smokin', sticks from a ditch
That midwest farmer's daughter
Is the one that's makin' me itch
In places, i'd never want an itch to be