Clay Pigeons

You're not there
 I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
 Gonna get a ticket to ride
 Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
 And sit down by her side
 Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
 'Bout two or three times
 Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
 Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
 And get along with it all
 Go down where the people say y'all
 Sing a song with a friend
 Change the shape that I'm in
 And get back in the game and start playin' again
 I'd like to stay, but I might have to go
 To start over again
 Might go back down to Texas
 Might go to somewhere that I've never been
 And get up in the mornin' and go out at night
 And I won't have to go home
 Get used to bein' alone
 Change the words to this song
 And start singin' again
 I'm tired of runnin' 'round
 Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know
 I could build me a castle of memories
 Just to have somewhere to go
 Count the days and the nights that it takes
 To get back in the saddle again
 Feed the pigeons some clay, turn the night into day
 And start talkin' again when I know what to say
 I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station
 Gonna get a ticket to ride
 Gonna find that lady with two or three kids
 And sit down by her side
 Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me
 'Bout two or three times
 Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat
 Try to hide my sorrow from the people I meet
 And get along with it all
 Go down where the people say y'all
 Feed the pigeons some clay
 Turn the night into day
 And start talkin' again when I know what to say
 Thanks
 It's called "Clay Pigeons"
 Anywhere I roam, there's ask
 That's right
 Road-hog did
 We have a lot of requests, so we're gonna do it anyway
 Ain't never had a lesson in his life, alright