My knuckles are bloody and bruised
And I smile while giving bad news
To the people
I've been seeing
And it's these things that scare me the most
Self control's been exchanged for a total
Disregard for
My wellbeing
But tonight the house band covered
Bruce Springsteen
And I've been loaded since ten o'clock
Friday morning
In a haze of sepia and apathy
I'll wander 'till I can be free
So badly I want to believe
There's still something out there for me
Besides these troubles
With becoming
I'll stop hanging on every word
Find some habit that I can't afford
Burn the ships and
Take off running
So I'll fuel up the old silver Pontiac
In my rose colored rear view mirror
I'll make peace with all that's passed
Through a blurry yellow stoplight toxicology
I'll wander 'till I can be free