For A Song

Crawled out of a car crash seven semi's long. Stone cold blind in a dust storm. Dancer on the dashboard, dark as night, the light in my eye? is a train. Funny how it happens when all you're trying to do is sing the right verse and get the chords right. Far as you could see a junkyard of debris, a pile of potpourri, and sixteen tons of steel. And I did it for a song. And I'd do it again, Man, I did it for the song. Rolling through the world like a tumbleweed. Last few pennies of a dusty bottle of wine. This was the place for me, no better place indeed. One day you'll come to see, one day I will be done.