Clay Pigeons

I'm goin' down to the

Greyhound

Station gonna get a ticket to ride

Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side

Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat

Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people

I meet and get along with it all

Go down where the people say "y'all"

Sing a song with a friend, change the shape that

I'm inAnd get back in the game and start playin' again

I'd like to stay but

I might have to go to start over again

Might go back down to

Texas, might go to somewhere that

I've never been

And get up in the mornin' and go out at night

And I won't have to go home, get used to bein' alone

Change the words to this song, start singin' again

I'm tired of runnin' 'round lookin' for answers to questions that

I already know

It could build me a castle of memories just to have somewhere to go

Count the days and the nights that it takes to get back in the saddle again

Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day

Start talkin' again, when

I know what to say

I'm goin' down to the

Greyhound

Station, gonna get a ticket to ride

Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side

Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat

Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people

I meet and get along with it all

Go down where the people say "y'all"

Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day

Start talkin' again when

I know what to say