The Acting Life
These two night stands are adding up
I'll tell you more after this cup
Of Bud Heavy stills make shaking hands
I don’t believe I'm in love with you
It's happened, though the times are few
For now, these shooters are my only friends
Follow these white highway lines
Out past the city limit signs
Where I’m going, hell, I still don't know
Somewhere quick away from this
I got a few cases and a fifth
Maybe I'll be there before it's all gone
This road is empty and slick with rain
Every night it's always the same
I'm running from someone I left behind
If I get stopped, I'll wind up in jail
It can't be much worse than this Hell
That I’ve created in my heart and mind
Am I thinking of California?
Am I longing for Mississippi?
What about Texas or Kansas?
Or maybe the cold shores of Maine?
There’s not a state in mind to fit my state of mind
My tires are balding, my head is spinning
