�� As lonely as the days are long �� As dark as the night birds song �� This strange way of living �� Split my heart dry �� I'm lonesome, but I'm too stoned to cry �� My clothes are all ragged and worn �� Like a sailor that's caught �� In the worst kind of storm �� The water keeps rising �� Oh, but I'm getting by �� I keep walking, but I'm too stoned to fly �� There's whiskey and wine �� And bells are calling �� For the pain �� Fasties and women �� And a little cocaine �� I'm walking the line �� Between hell bent and high �� I ain't happy �� Just too stoned to cry �� I'm living from town to town �� I'm living from town to town �I've always been lost, I ain't never been found.They said Jesus could save me, but that was a lie.I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.No, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.