I got my face in the fire
But I'm falling asleep
Might be the liquor
Might be the weeks that I fell in to
Turned my guitar into a piano
Cowboys and Indians
Both in my blood
I'm covered in blood
I'm covered in blood
Maybe if I prayed I would be luckier
Glass is broken, stuck in my feet
Calloused shin-splints, lucky teeth
Can't jump to the moon no more
Can't jump to the moon no more
Can't jump to the moon no more
Can't jump to the moon no more