Magic Marker

There were times that all that freedom
 Had me wasted, wild, and bored
 Shootin' through the ceilin'
 Shakin' off the Desert Storm
 Reachin' out for somethin'
 Tryin' to let go of the war
 Hopin' hard for somethin' to hold on to
 Stretchin' out the truth
 Tryin' to seem a little hard
 Scratchin' at the eight ball
 In the back half of the bar
 Used to always roll around with a magic marker
 Sometimes it feels good to write your name
 Later on we'd end up at that after hours house
 With the guy who took the money
 With a fish hook in his mouth
 Pretty girls all burnin' holes
 In the cushions of the couch
 All the times that we saw dawn kick in the windows
 Spent the best part of the summer
 Tryin' to come up with a plan
 Made a couple little changes
 And I met up with a man
 Did somethin' kinda strange
 But I made like sixteen grand
 Hope I never have to pull that trick again
 Hope I never have to pull that trick again
 Went out west and tried to double it
 Lost it all, tried to recover it
 Got pistol whipped in Portland
 Oh Lord, I got so much of it
 Had trouble with my numbers for some time
 Some priest, he got me clean
 The V.A. fixed my face
 I came home behind the counter
 Started workin' at my uncle's place
 Mostly takin' orders
 And shakin' cans of paint
 And someone had to help me make the change
 Now it's been twenty years
 Since what we call the accident
 And everybody knows
 But no one ever mentions it
 Everybody's talkin' 'bout the president
 And me, I'm never sure what I should say
 I'm still workin' at my uncle's place
 Still drivin' 'round in darkness
 But I'm mostly stayin' straight
 There's pretty girls down at Independence Lake
 But they don't seem to see me anymore
 I'm better with my numbers now
 Parked down by the water
 Stretchin' out the truth
 Tryin' to seem a little softer
 I still roll around with my magic marker
 Some nights it just feels good to write your name
 Some nights it just feels good to write your name