Wyoming got a warrant on me, I was just speeding

In Washington I called a rose and paid off my sorrow

 

Another kid just OD’d in my apartments

Waylon, that was his name

Easy to make the comparison

 

I’m just a sack of bones nocturnal creature

America running in place, we’re all on a treadmill

 

I don’t know what we’re gonna do to make it through the coming night the starless skies no matter where you look the future is dark as new moon’s ocean tides

 

But what am I

Some spice of life

A way to live and die

A bit of pride

Something divine, I suppose it’s all a cliche

I thought you liked it that way