I woke up in the backseat of a 91 Explorer
Sleeping off a three day party I barely could recall
I stumbled through the sidewalk Lit
the last of a half-broke cigarette
And wondered why I left my home Came down here at all
I hadn't known real connections Just
some drug deaths from young losers
In a hand full of half songs No one would ever hear
I couldn't see my future In the bottom of a bottle
I was living in my car But honey,
I was going nowhere
All the loose change in my pockets And the patches on my jeans
And by the way of the blues That this world's afforded me
But I'd sell my soul to write a song
To save me from this trip on mountains
Peace of mind is hard to find When you're on a losing streak
Peace of mind is hard to find When you're on a losing streak
Yeah!
In a government breakdown I spent two weeks in the same
clothes Sleeping in the shoes No one wished they were in
Waking up at sundown On the dark side of the party I was lost and
slipping low Than the low had ever been All the loose change in
my pockets And the patches on my jeans And by the way of the blues
That this world's afforded me But I'd sell my soul to write a song
To save me from this trip on mountains Peace of mind is hard to find
When you're on a losing streak Peace of mind is hard to find
when you're on a losing streak.
He's the man that's hard to find
when you're on a losing streak.
He's the man that's hard to find
when you're on a losing streak.
They say everybody loses.
Just count your lucky bruises, baby.
I'm gonna let that yellow sun shine.
Rapids won't run my mind.