Wrecked myself to skin and bone
Weary eyes and weary roads
Them fenceposts look like lanterns
To lead me home
I got a movement in my soul
Tryna stop the grass that grows
If there's a sweeter dose than man I ain't found it yet
I got a million in the sand by the church
That hallowed land never lent me nothing I couldn't get myself
From the cradle to the grave
Hand to mouth, and mouth to stave
Off the hollow in my heart
And the hunger pains
Cut my teeth and cut my loss on a war upon myself
I seen my death and son
I know I don't go like this
I'll make a cross to mark the graves of all my mistakes
I'll dig 'em up I guess if I'm ever back this way
