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