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Lost Long Enough To Be Gone

Streetlamps are frozen on the edge of town
The parking meters are grinning like clowns
Sirens are singing out on Highway sixty-one
My pockets are so empty I can touch my shoes
I’d paint this town red but I only got blues
If I had any sense I’d be leaving with the morning sun
Spent the last three weeks in the back of my car
Putting words to music on a cheap guitar
I’m stuck again; the last line just won’t come
I get lost, so lost, yeah lost, real lost
Lost long enough to be gone

I kind of like to keep folks guessing
When they think they know you it just gets messy
Don’t want my drink waiting when I get to the bar
Life is a mystery and I like it that way
You learn a little something each and every day
Those psychics can’t see no further than the hood of their cars
Old Twain was right about neglecting your vices
Self destructions just a form of artistic license
I still get nervous when I beat on a different drum
I get lost, so lost, yeah lost, real lost
Lost long enough to be gone

They say the grass is greener on the other side
But I been over there once and it was brown and dried
Aint no future in riding high on another man’s dream
We’re just grist for the milling and ale for drought
They can steal my money but they can’t touch my thoughts
The bottom lines always drawn to fine it seems
I feel like I’ve been dying since the day I was born
Thought I’d live forever but I was misinformed
And I still don’t know what I’m running from
I get lost, so lost, yeah lost, real lost
Lost long enough to be gone