She was smoking on a Spirit at a truck stop, waiting for a call

But would not say who from

All she said was that her head was getting better everyday

But her heart was staring down the barrel of a gun

She smoked it to the filter and buried it in the snow on the ground

And fumbled for another cigarette

She took the bright blue box from her right coat pocket, checked around

And there was nothing left

She said I guess it never goes the way you plan it

Goddammit

He was sitting at the airport bar waiting on the next jet

To show him something he ain't never seen

He said I just don't fit with the punk rock kids or the rednecks

I figured I was something in between

They asked for eight bucks for a can of lite Bud and he spent it

You gotta do what you gotta do

He said I'd like to take a walk but my heel's all covered in blisters

'Cause my foot don't fit in my shoe

I guess I should've got it measured on a Brannock

Goddammit

Sometimes you just gotta cuss and moan like a bitter old wreck

'Cause just when things start looking up, turns out to be a crick in your neck

When dammit just won't do, keep the lords name on your breath

And say it like this

Goddammit

Aw, goddammit