Been playing 20 questions with 24 cans
24-7 till I understand
I sent a prayer up for a helping hand
But it must have got stopped by the ceiling fan
I'm staring at
In this half-full bed
Looking for a reason that
I ain't found yet
I know how goodbye sounds when it's peddled
down until I glow I know what she said and I won't forget where
she told me to go But hell,
ever since some good years poured
right out my dead grass drive It's
been like the start with whiskey and
acid and then why
Like why she finally threw in the towel with
her makeup bag and her hand-me-down earrings
And why she never felt the need to tell me what I did,
why she packed her things And why she left
me searching at the bottom of this bourbon
I know how goodbye sounds when it's peddled down until I glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But hell,
ever since some good years poured right out my dead grass drive
It's been like the start with whiskey and acid and then why
Whether it's them glamour Mr. Tuesdays that keep me up all night Or
them take-me-away-back Wednesdays that drift back through my mind
I know how goodbye sounds when it's peddled down until I glow
I know what she said and I won't forget where she told me to go
But hell,
ever since some good years poured right out my dead grass drive
It's been like the start with whiskey and acid and then why
Oh,
it's been like the start with whiskey and acid and then why