Goodbye Mr. Starbound, you must feel just like a fool
Judging by the roads you’ve been down on your hardwood stool
We need you like we need a rainy day
Ain’t it a long hard road from Fargo to Tennessee
It’s so crowded I can’t breathe I’m so alone
Father Time I believe has finally died
I can hear a thousand blank stares saying “Welcome to the Twilight Zone.”
And I’ll wake up tomorrow with footprints in my pride
I was drinking straight whiskey today from 1:00 to 3:00
With visions of a paycheck dancing in my mind
And I’m just glad this guitar that I hold in front of me
Is big enough to hide my heart behind
Maybe I should light this stage on fire
Or take my clothes off and sing a half step low
I’ve got a million songs to sell but I can’t find a buyer
What it would take to open their ears I’ll never know
I think I’m out of tune but I can’t tell
For two bucks a shot I’m learning how to fly
I can’t hear a note I’ve played so far but I guess that’s just as well
I think I’ll sip some Kentucky bourbon and cry
