When I'm lost, I drink
For my own memories
For the joy and the destruction
I can't unsee

How they hung him up
Like a work of art
And the valley whirled around and tore apart
But I was there

When they all gone home
I was looking where they rolled away the stone
That empty cave
Me peering in
And I wonder how it felt to get up and live again

Now I knew Sam
He made me sing
I saw him open wide and spill out everything
He made us lapping dogs

On the dirty ground
In the upstairs room with the no-good bar uptown
But Sam was sick 'fore the mirror he stood
When he whispered that he could not breathe so good
We cried and cried
We played guitar
And we sang out up to Sam
In the no-good bar

I had a friend
He cared for me
On his canvas, I was all a manner of man I couldn't be
From that pool of western sky

We hauled buckets full of the great wide rest of our lives
But once we stalled there suddenly
I was scared of him and he was scared of me
We walked on home

We did not speak
Now we lay awake alone
In foreign countries

And that hopeless night
I do not fold and hide
No spirits sifting through me she decides
That hopeless night

I do not call for you
No spirit singing in me
Sees me through