Clay Pigeons

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna buy a ticket to ride

I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side

Ride till the sun come up and down round about two or three times

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat, sing this song for the people I meet

And get along with it all

And where the people say y'all, I sing a song with a friend

Change the shape that I'm in and get back in the game

And start playing again

I'd like to stay but I might have to go to start over again

I might go back down to Texas, go to somewhere I've never been

And get up in the mornin' and go out at night, I won't have to go home

Get used to bein' alone, change the words to this song

And start singin' again

I'm tired of runnin' around lookin' for answers

To questions that I already know

I could build me a castle with memories just to have somewhere to go

Count the days and the nights

That it takes to get back in the saddle again

Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day

And start talkin' again when I know what to say

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna buy a ticket to ride

I'm gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side

Ride till the sun come up and down round about two or three times

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat, sing this song for the people I meet

And get along with it all

Where the people say y'all, feed the pigeons some clay

Turn the night into day and start talkin' again

When I know what to say