From the recording Through the Fire


It’s hard to drive in a straight line
Staring at the rear view mirror
Why am I always running?
Ain’t nobody coming after me
I tremble at a rustling leaf

Went to bed drunk on life but I got up sober this morning
My head hurts from the lies I believed
and the smiles that were painted on
Now that the whiskey’s gone and I’m all alone at home

Took a look at the man in the mirror
Didn’t know who was looking at me
I’m Better than I was
but not near as good as I should be
My Soul is rainy and thirty-four