Evan

Well you were packing up your troubles You were rolling up your sleeves You got boxes full of nothing, bottles in the back seat Well there was Jesus on the corner praying, waiting to set you free You said excuse me mister, don't you worry bout me You hopped that train to Texas and you got nothing on your mind Well you ain't got no direction, ain't got no exit sign You're trying to find a place where a sinner can rest his mind When you ain't got no place to go, you always make it on time When the trees lose there leaves, you'll be moving again With a bottle full of Evan, he's your only friend You'll wake up on the pavement hand's shaking, you're a broken man The road is getting blurry and you're not sure where you've been Well you hate your skin, cause it holds your bones And your bones hold you heartache and the nothing that you own Could you break me into pieces mama, with your sticks and stones Could you kill me in the evening 'Cause tomorrow I ain't waking up alone