Looking out the window at the port cities,
Driving into Houston with the sun in my eyes.
Sometimes something in the air just hits me
Gets me feeling this way, I don't know why.
Maybe it's the long night, maybe it's the whiskey,
The lack of sleep or the distance from home,
Fear of the future or the weight of history,
Maybe I just spent too much time alone.
Well, I furrowed my brow 'til the skin stayed wrinkled,
Clenched my fists 'til my hands wouldn't open,
Bit down hard, cursing and singing,
Breathed it all in 'til I started choking.
All that has passed on and all that has grown,
Everything that's coming in and everything that's gone,
The light on the water, the sun on the stone,
It all flows around me and then it just moves on
Quick as the time goes,
Quick as the road goes rolling by.
On the highway through the port cities,
Mississippi river goes rolling on home.
Everything I done, I carry it with me
Like a box of rags, like a pile of bones.
Shaky in the sunlight, staggered in the mystery,
Reeling from the memory and ready to fall,
It's so frustrating, I hate all the waiting,
I hate all the waiting for nothing at all.
All I've been given and all I've been shown,
All the kind people that I've ever known,
The friends and the family, the time at home,
It overwhelms me, but then it passes on.
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