I'm trying to focus
But I'm falling asleep
The baggage on my eyelids is too
Heavy to keep from falling
Ramble on, on through the night
I've been driving
Since a quarter to three
I've seen the sun come up so many 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 proof slugs Embedded
In my head, the ache in my head
I've been smoking sticks from a ditch
That Midwest farmer's daughter
Is the one that's making me itch In places
I'd never want an itch to be
