Staring at Postcards Lyrics

I'm high but my spirit's low

Woke up face down in the kitchen

Empty bottle in each hand

You gotta love what yer missing

Or you'll never learn to stand

Ain't no use staring at postcards

Or stowing away on a train

You got yer reasons for hiding

And throwing yer life down the drain

I'm high but my spirit's low

I'm high but my spirit's low

Been waiting for this world to blow

I'm high but my spirit's low

Stumbled out onto the porch step

Thinking bout peaches and cream

Found nothing out there but horse shit

And throwaway lottery schemes

You beat the devil to Hades

Set up shop right under his nose

Then you went and wrecked yer Mercedes

We know how the rest of this goes

I'm high but my spirit's low

I'm high but my spirit's low

Been waiting for this world to blow

I'm high but my spirit's low