Eight miles out of Galesburg, I'm starin' at the rain,
Eight-ball left of the cheap cocaine,
And I'm lookin' at the sunlight, light through the pines:
Couldn't tell ya what it is, but it's always been mine.
Now that I'm gone I think of the man
With a meth pipe clutched in his bone-thin hand,
I said, hey brother, I hope you get straight
But I bet I don't meet him at the pearly gates.
And I sing: Hey mamma I been starin' at the rain,
A little heartbreak, a little soul pain,
I been up all night on the cheap cocaine,
Tryna make it better but it's always the same.
Well I made a few new friends in a Rockford bar,
I told 'em all lies, I said I was in charge
Of the afterparty, where the women were loose,
I partied with the metalheads with gin and juice.
Hung over as hell, I slept in shit on the lawn,
I'm tired of twenty-somethins and their punkrock songs.
Wake up in the mornin' and stumble towards the down,
sayin' 'how ya doin, boy, it's been too long."
On the streets of Chicago with sidekick Sally
I was hittin' up the bars on Viagra Alley
Where the men pick up women not half their age.
All I had for them was my tears and my rage.
And I thought it was a fight, so I went for my knife,
And the man shook my hand with his kids and his wife.
I was so ashamed that I hung back and cried,
Leave all that to Saint Peter, wait till I die.
I been up all night, I been starin' at the sky,
And I'm still lonely, but I couldn't tell you why.
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