Billy wasn't sober
He got pulled over in chinatown
Liquor on his breath
Stuffs a pistol in the cushion
Rolls the window down
Oh well, his heart it races like a hundred-yard dash
Stone cold on his face
He's been since then reluctant on his way
Billy wasn't sober
He was hungover
It was 10 am
Another day of work
Clutching the pillow like his only friend
Oh well, he's past his prime
He's a damn sore
Steadfast in his ways
Wasted his left but he still has cards to play
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
Billy's getting older
The chip on his shoulder's getting heavier
Weight of the world
Spins and skids into oblivion
This ain't living it's a way to rather die
There must be another way
Under his breath he says
"Things have got to change"
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
Searching but he got no soul
Wishing he could flip a switch
Turn his life around and face the fact
That life's a bitch
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
