• The sun is comin' up over the hill...
    Or maybe it's not I can't even tell
    But there's a warmth on my face
    That isn't the blood
    And my tears are turnin'
    The snow into mud

    And I can't feel my left leg
    But I think it's still there
    Did I kill anybody?
    Hell, I never fight fair

    What state am I in?
    Am I still on the run?
    Has it really been so long
    Since I've seen the sun?

    My instincts are telling me
    To pick up and go
    But I can't feel my fingers
    And I can't move my toes
    There's a drained bourbon bottle
    Layin' next to my head
    And the piss and the vomit
    Are the sheets on my bed

    Is it you? Could it be you?
    Don't want it to

    I went out all night drinking
    So I took the bait
    And I jumped off the interstate
    To Highway 8
    To the bars full of girls
    Who all know me by name
    They all drink the same drinks
    And they all ******** the same

    Now my eyes are turnin' red
    In this hotel bar
    And she's breathing out smoke
    As she motions towards the door
    The kindness of a stranger
    Or a trick of the trade?
    God knows I'm not the first mistake
    That she's made

    Is it you? Could it be you?
    Don't want it to
    Is it you? Could it be you?
    Don't want it to

    I been down and out
    I been spit on for so long
    I stored my shame in my belly
    'till I needed to be strong

    In my last guilty whim
    I stole a map and a truck
    It's pure chance
    That i haven't already been picked up
    But from here on the slate's clean
    I'm headin' way south
    Always heard the girls were pretty there
    I got to find out!
    Look Ma your son's a travelin' man!
    I don't know what I did
    But I'll do all the good that I can....

    Could it be you?
    Could it be you?
    Could it be you?
    Could it be you?
    Could it be you?