Driven to silence but I'm drowning in sin
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
I can't seem to find the right words from within
But I won't be looking for long
There comes a time when nothing seems clear
When you're past out on the front porch with a head full of beer
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
But I won't be thinking for long
So many years ago when I was pure
I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure
For all ailments cynical, that's how things were
But I didn't stay drunk for too long
Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up
I sipped from their bottle and I slammed a whole cup
That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up
'Cause it didn't sit well for too long
I was a fool, I was stupid because
I was mistaking knowledge for just a good buzz
Five years drunk on wine and words and wit
Served by cynics and charlatans, they were all full of sh**
Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret
Line the living room floor that you've often swept
Pop another one open and wretch at the stench
It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench
But there'll, there'll come a time when it all seems clear
When your past out on the front porch with your head full of beer
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
But I won't be clouded for long
Now I'm driven to silence and I'm drowning in sin
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
I can't seem to find the right words from within
But I won't be looking for long
I'll stink of drink till I let you in
Then I won't be stinking for long
No, I won't be stinking for long