I ain't seen home in 'bout a hundred days
I can almost hear mama pray for my restless soul
And I ain't made a dollar, I ain't spent
But where it's going ain't killed me yet
I still get where I'm bound to go
I'm makin' it
I'm makin' wrong feel right
I'm makin' it
And if Hell is where I'm headed then
I'm making good time
And most all of my plans slipped right through my hands
And wind up next to me, broken on the ground
If this bottle was an hourglass, I'd say that I'm about an hour passed
The minute I should've put it down
But I'm makin' it
I'm makin' wrong feel right
I'm makin' it
And if Hell is where I'm headed then
I'm making good time
I'm making good time
Making good time
Between the lines that I've crossed
And the friends that I've lost
I'm left here alone in my skin
But I'm in pretty good shape
For the shape that I'm in
I'm makin' it
I'm makin' it
I'm makin' wrong seem right
Yeah, I'm makin' it
I'm makin' it
I'm makin' good time
Oh, I'm makin' it
I'm makin' it
I'm makin' wrong seem right
Said I'm makin' it
And if Hell's where I'm headed then
I'm makin' good time, yeah
Makin' good time
I ain't seen home in 'bout a hundred days
I can almost hear mama pray for my restless soul
