Rather Low

Well, my eyes adjust, my joints are rusty Sheets are awful cold and dusty Roll over, folks, it must have been another night on the bend Kick rocks, slept in socks, boolah, and levee walks This couch is my kingdom, and I swear there's bugs in my head Sick, sad, and sentient, a penny saved, a penny spent Asleep at the wheel sure beats being awake in my bed Last call to feel small, I dread the sight of alcohol I don't know where this train stops, but I want off Been rather low out here together Reckon that we'll keep trying if rock bottom it never shows You're not alone if there's a storm to weather I ain't welcome at home, I don't know about you Double takes and double stops, I double dare ya call the cops I'll die where I stand if I hear wagon wheel again 40 days of foggy nights, withered by the city lights I don't remember existential crisis being part of the deal I told you once, I told you twice, I'm steeped in verse and cursed in vice I traded my 40 acres for a mountain of pain Hot damn Hamm's can, blinded in the promised land I don't mind if I do declare: we're as good as dead Been rather low out here together Reckon that we'll keep trying if rock bottom it never shows You're not alone if there's a storm to weather I ain't welcome at home, I don't know about you You're not alone if there's a storm to weather I ain't welcome at home, I don't know about you I ain't welcome at home, I don't know about you