10 A.M. as I get on the road
Cloudy sky, dirty snow
The rain my mind just wash away
And let me swim around a while in yesterday
Cuz it's not fair, I'm out of touch
But I don't care too much
These are supposed to be the best days of my life
That's what I've heard

I'm tired now for the first time in my life
And I find myself here thinking bout a wife
One day the music and the parties will retreat
And I will find myself some ground for my two feet
I'm getting old, I've lost my touch
Maybe I care too much
Cuz I am outside of this window looking in
And this rain won't quit

Because that train won't come
I've been waiting here for days
Guess I'm on the run
Cuz I dug myself a grave
And I can't get out
I can't get out
I can't get out

The law is here but I can't see them yet
As I light myself another cigarette
I sold my bible, bought myself a gun
Now I'm waiting here to shoot you down and run