Met a greyhound girl in Davenport,
Stayed up all night on speed.
Left her in Denver at daybreak
With more lies than she'll ever need.
I combed my hair in a truckstop mirror
And swore to start over again,
But now that's past, and it's plain
That I'm just the same drunk rambler as I was back then.
So give me the shot to cure my pain
Whether or not the cure and d**h are the same.
I wanna feel these dreams runnin' in my vein
But first, give me the shot to k** my pain.
All my saviours must be stuck in traffic
And all my friends just keep buyin' me drinks.
“I'm lookin' for a sign, but none have pa**ed yet,”
So I say, as I sink.
These states are no more than my footsteps,
These countries are no more than crimes.
All my dreams have borders,
I can't live behind these lines.