Lord I'm high as a kite

Despite how low I feel like I am

Tell me a lie

Turn around and do it again

I tried so hard to please her

Didn't try hard enough to appease her

I'd feel better off dead than alive

Wishing you goodbye

Always got to make your stand

Got my head held high

While you got your got your head in the sand

She's California sober

Spent a decade or two hungover

I've been down that road one or two times

Lord I got to find another way

I promise I won't sign my soul away

Rotting on the vine is getting old

Catch the blues 'round here like a common cold

Walk on by

Everybody trying to be different makes em' all the same

Anybody tryin to sell ya will tell you anything

Take it with a grain of salt

Most good things they can't be bought

And we all got time hanging on the line

Think before you speak

Hell I'm having trouble speaking at all

I'm tripping over my feet

Soon I'm gonna start having to crawl

I hope and pray for closure

Wake me up and I'll do it all over

Staying up all night praying for a ray of light

Lord I got to find another way

I promise I won't sign my soul away

Rotting on the vine is getting old

Catch the blues round here like a common cold

That's alright

That's alright

Walk on by