I woke up in the backseat of a 91 Explorer
Sleeping off a three day party I barely could recall
I stumbled to the sidewalk Lit the last of a half-broke cigarette
And wondered why I left my home Came down here at all
I hadn't known real connections Just
some drug deaths from young losers
In a head full of half songs No one would ever hear
I couldn't see my future In the bottom of a bottle
I was living in my car But honey,
I was going nowhere
All the loose change in my pockets And the patches on my jeans
Won't buy a wet blues That this world's afforded me
That sell my soul to write a song To save me from this trip I'm on
Cause peace of mind is hard to find When you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find When you're on a losing streak
Yeah!
On the brink of a mental breakdown I spent two weeks in the
same clothes Sleeping in the shoes No one wished they were in
Waking up at sundown On the dark side of the party I was lost
and slipping low Than the low had ever been All the loose change
in my pockets And the patches on my jeans Won't buy a wet blues
That this world's afforded me That sell my soul to write a song
To save me from this trip I'm on Cause peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak Peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak I said,
peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak Yeah!
They say everybody loses
Just count your lucky bruises, baby
I'm gonna let that yellow sun shine
Wrap its warmth around my mind