Arizona Dirt

It’s another quick town again

It’s another quick town

Toss down my bags again

Throw some shit around

Go to the show with my heart in hand

With my heart in hand

Keep it in a bottle of whatever’s around

Watch it sink into the sand

Every night the same thing

Feel it from the outside into my soul

No one really cares if you’re on the highway or in the dirt

Arizona dirt

Selling memorabilia

I can’t give away

All the poor lost people

Feel guilty so they stay

Someone sees that I’m broken

Buys me another drink

It glues my thoughts together

Yet I can’t seem to think

Every night the same thing

Feel it from the outside into my soul

No one really cares if you’re on the highway or in the dirt

Arizona dirt