I'm neither tired, stoned, or dirty
I just woke up feeling this way
Staring down the barrel of thirty
It's all down hill from that day
If I can hold it all together
And not flush my toilet full of dreams
If I can find the money
To fish the silver streams
I'd have it made
My eyes, the vision's blurry
My head is wracked with pain
My doc says not to worry
I'm allowed to go insane
When I think I can take no more
I'll be staring down the barrel of a forty-four
And late at night I hear the screams
And I'm pickin' up pieces of my broken dreams
Now all at once she's here again
Waiting in the shadows, my lover/friend
She reaches out and takes my hand
Takes me back to where it all began
And I got it made