Tryin' to stop your leavin' Train's a comin', river's runnin' Got a guitar on my back And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track Train's a-comin' It'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think I can stop it with a song Girl, that's the kind of way

Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

I was thinking she would come over, stay over Wake up hungover, still head over heels for me Thought it was something we could talk over, drink over Then it would be over, back to how it used to be No, but it's the kind where the sheets get colder And

Somewhere there's a reason why things go like they do Somewhere there's a reason why some things just fall through We don't always see them for what they really are But I know there's a reason just can't see it from this far Maybe I don't like it, but I

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

I wish you were beer I wish you were beer, I wish I was drinking I wish you were here, but since you ain't, I've been thinking I wish I could let go and you just disappear If you gotta be that cold, if you gotta be that cold If you were just one in a

Everything will be alright I don't know what You’re going through But there’s so much life Ahead of you And it won’t slow down No matter what you do So you just gotta hold on All we can do is hold on, yeah

Heart's are what I'm breakin' Pain is what I'm showin' Love is what I'm takin' Stay away from me I sleep, but I don't rest So, down is where I'm goin' Down is where I'm goin' Love's what I'm takin' There's a strong man lives up in Jackson hole

(Express yourself!) (Go on and do it) Yo man there's a lot of brothers out there Flaking and perpetrating but scared to kick reality Man, you been doing all this dope producing You ain't had a chance to show 'em what time it is So what you want me to do?

Soothing repeat I look down at my feet It's a hypnotist's arm And it works like a charm But I won't be deprived Real worlds, surreal life There is time Go to sleep You'll be fine