Clay Pigeons

I'm going down to the greyhound station Gonna get a ticket to ride Find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride till the sun comes up and down around me bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the back seat Try to hide me sorrow from the people I meet and get along with it all Where the people say y'all Sing a song with a friend Change the shape that I'm in And get back in the game And start playing again I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again Might go back down to Texas Might go to somewhere I've never been Get up in the morning Go out at night I wont have to go home Get used to being alone Change the words to this song And start singing again I'm tired of running around looking for answers To questions that I already know I could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go Count the days and the nights That it takes to get back in the saddle again Feed the pigeons some clay Turn the night into day And start talking again When I know what to say I'm going down to the greyhound station Gonna get a ticket to ride Find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride till the sun comes up and down around me bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the back seat Try to hide me sorrow from the people I meet and get along with it all Where the people say y'all Feed the pigeons some clay Turn the night into day And start talking again When I know what to say