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.