Lonesome Road

Lonesome Road                                         April 16, 2006

Another day, just a-drivin' along

Around some curves, the radio playing some song.

I never knew way back when

Things could be so wrong

When they should, indeed, be right.

I shed a tear, panic without any fear,

Wondering if there's anything left to see.

I guess, anyhow, that's how things are.

We all have to go down that lonesome road pretty far.

My baby left me for another man,

For what, you ask, I will never know.

She said to me, "You'll never understand."

She doesn't know how right she was.

Since then, I've drank myself into a hole,

One big fish hole into which you could put a lure,

And if you throw me that worm, that's a shame,

Because I'd almost certainly lunge my way toward.

I've been a fool so many times,

Too many times for me to count.

I left my job, called in dead,

Told 'em, "Ya wanna find me, I'll be six feet deep."

These days, I find myself laying in bed,

Counting the ridges in the ceiling,

Having nothing better to do.

That, in a nutshell, is my journey down the lonesome road,

 The most painful excursion of all.