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 till the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat

Try to hide my soul from the people I meet

And get along with it all

Go down where 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 with 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 till the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat

Try to hide my soul from the people I meet

And get along with it all

Go down where people say, "y'all"

Feed the pigeons some clay

Turn the night into day

And start talkin' again

When I know what to say