Fighting Tears

Yeah, if I could take that picture down and throw it on floor

Would it turn me into the guy you were always looking for

The signs of depression keep rolling round the bend

And I hope that my last dollar will help me on the mend

Yeah, I know that I ain't made of clay I ain't that moldable

But God damn I can't help myself I love that rodeo

If only you knew what I was and all that I want

You'd let me roll down blacktop 'til I can't find a place to stop

And if you need my help then come along

Cause I've been going too long to be alone