Oh Lorenda's sick of me Told her that I'm sick of me too And I'm finally going to do something about it Now I'm flying past Laundromats On the outskirts of town In between the same thing After the same thing Weeds climbing up an old drive in The show is over now Sadly I found a correlation To that big screen falling down As I drove around Somewhere in southwest Kansas The sky slurred slow over me Left me alone with all of my bad intentions In close encounters with out of towers And foggy recollections of pain I pull over take my hat off To a funeral train Motorcade slowly pa**es To that flat just north of town Sadly I found a correlation To that poor soul going down As I drove around Weeds climbing up an old drive in The show is over now Sadly I found a correlation To that big screen falling down As I drove around Oh Lorenda make it all okay Baby like it used to be I'm sinking in an unsober sway And I'm dying And I'm dying And I'm dying