Glass Houses

I smoked my last joint by the side of the road

And I know that I'll be sleeping in my car tonight

I got nothing to believe and nowhere I gotta be

So if you get my S.O.S., just come and get me in the morning

Or I'll just write a song and tell it like it is

But first, I gotta dig my way outta this

Lonely souls come out at night into the absence of the sun

I watch the night turn into mourning of another day without you

Holy roller, last resort, the art of surrender

It's just another perfect day

That I'll be doin' it all my way

I'll bring you roses from the graveyard I been drinking in

I'll sing you something that'll make you feel alright

The best is yet to come

I heard you say as you're walking out the door

I don't need another cause to lose

What the hell am I gonna do?

Glory to night owls and their romance with the darkness

Say a prayer for the ones that write the love songs

I need something that you just can't give anymore

Prophets of nowhere preach anthems of an easy time

The rest just take what they can find

Outta the pieces that I'm holdin' here for me and you

I'll find a reason to try

The best is yet to come

I heard you say as you're walking out the door

I don't need another cause to lose

What the hell am I gonna do?

I got nothing to believe and nowhere I gotta be

So if you get my S.O.S., just come and get me in the morning