Sixteenth day
into the year
the drive was quiet
I had thoughts in my
head It was all bad
news We sat parked
and I opened up
but you shut down
This night will
It was all bad news
Get off the ground
you're making things
worse Won't you get
off the ground
you'll make it worse
Keep your head down
Keep your head down
time to be honest
with myself. I've lost
it all and I'm on my own
It was all bad news
Get off the ground
you're making
things worse
I've been having
trouble sleeping
know that sleep
don't come easy
when you loose
everything you have
I just want one night
where I can rest my
eyes sleep tight all
through the night
And I'll go on the
rest of my life
but I'll know
that things can't
G(hold)