Bloodshot

She walks to the mailbox each morning at nine

Every day she begins, she's always one day behind

At least when it comes to the mail

She sits on the balcony payin' the bills

Her letters, just ashin' her cigarettes onto the sill

Every breath a little more pale

And the hill still left to climb is just so

High and I'm so tired

Come on, look me in my bloodshot eyes, the clouds are all on fire

It's just so high and I'm so tired

Come on, look me in my bloodshot eyes, the clouds are all on

Sits in his basement from midnight till four

Painting pictures that nobody sees from his days in the war

Canvases bathed in bright red, red

He heats up the shower, he paces the hall

He'll scrub for an hour or more but he won't get it all

Paint in his fingernail beds

The hill still left to climb is just so

High and I'm so tired

Come on, look me in my bloodshot eyes, the clouds are all on fire

It's just so high and I'm so tired

Come on, look up at the bloodshot sky, the clouds are all on

Fire, the clouds are all on

Fire, the clouds are all on

We wait in valleys while the clouds come in

We see no shadows 'cause a shadow's all there is

And we climb and we climb

But it's just so

High and I'm so tired

Come on, look me in my bloodshot eyes, the clouds are all on fire

It's just so high and I'm so tired

Come on, look up at the bloodshot sky, the clouds are all on

Fire, the clouds are all on

Fire, the clouds are all on, the clouds are all on

Fire, the clouds are all on

Fire