40 miles south of baker
I fell out of my car
I was driving so fast that i
I could not see the trees

I flew through the front windshield
I landed on my back
I lie there on the bloody concrete
I thought about the things i love

There were stars the size of planets
They were bigger than the clouds
Oh i will shine in on my small world
I lay there and started singing

My hands gropped for my pockets
Reaching for the wiskey flask
I heard the words of the great ones
God oh might im free at last

In a sheeted bed in greensburg
I slept a century
In my dreams i did a lot of singing
I sang about the things i love

I sang about
I sang about
I sang about the things i love
I sang about
I sang about
I sang about the things i
Love...

40 miles south of baker
I fell out of my car