Too Stoned to Cry

Lonely as these days are lone, As dark as the night bursts on, Strange way of living has been my heart dry. I'm a lonesome, but too stoned to cry. My clothes, they're ragged and warm, The sailor's calling the worst kind of storm. The water keeps rising, but I'm getting by. I keep walking, I'm too stoned to fly. 'Cause whisky and wine compels for the pain, Fast easy women and little cocaine. I'm walking in line between hell been and high, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry. Now I'm living from town to town, I've always been lost, I ain't never been found. They say Jesus can save me, but that was a lie. I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die. I keep trying, I'm too stoned to die. 'Cause whisky and wine compels for the pain, Fast easy women and little cocaine. I'm walking in line between hell been and high, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry, No, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.