Somewhere in the bad country
Near the Navajo
I wonder how to change my hats
Sometimes easier said than done
Driving down central Albuquerque
Everything is closed down
Middle of the day
I wonder how to do the right thing
Out on the road
Stone cold sober
Too much time to think
I wonder how to break these bad habits
So much easier said than done
Oklahoma City is creepy dank and dingy
But maybe my mind is getting ahead of me
Playing tricks on me
While everyone is buying bigger and better things
I wonder how to rid myself of these belongings
Sometimes easier said than done
I'm glad I traded in new cocaine blvd in for old heroin ave
Saturday, June 07, 2014
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