Engine coughs on the I-190
Like your last leg Chevy saying “It’s time to go home
Time to leave me alone.”
Pull off quick in the rising light
'Cause you’ve got work and I'm too tired or too stoned
We smoked a bag to the bone

“Where’ve you been, son? Your mother’s sick.”
Through my cell phone I can hear my father spit
Two hundred miles and they can’t take a hint
Useless morning, useless life
The neighbor’s drunk, he slept outside on my porch
Wish I cared anymore

Now she’s my temporary
That one bedroom apartment
There was no room for me
That’s okay
Oh, I prefer it that way

Softly through the veil
The first finger tips of morning light
Are carving through the snow, December 1st
On my first drive home
Made me a sanctuary in grey sky town
There was no hope for me
No god’s left here
By presidential decree