Clay Pigeons

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station Gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids And sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'Bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet And get along with it all Go down 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 playin' 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 that I've never been And get up in the mornin' and go out at night And I won't have to go home Get used to bein' alone Change the words to this song, and start singin' again I'm tired of runnin' 'round Lookin' 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 talkin' again when I know what to say I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station Gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids And sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'Bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Try to hide my sorrow from the people I meet And get along with it all Go down where the people say y'all Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day And start talkin' again when I know what to say