Pockets empty
No loot to spare
Ridin’ this wagon
This wagon ain’t going nowhere
Whoa, Nellie
Whoa
Let me off this crazy thing
Swirling winds... cold and blustery
Push me from side to side
Hands wrapped around my green bottle
My friend named Gin
Stumbling away from my past...
My future...
My present...
Not really facing reality
Looking through rose colored glasses
In the midst of a crisis
Dimly lit
With this mysterious criminal called
Life