Middle of the week take the train upstate where the air is fresh on my face
It's so easy to black out as it moves see the morning harsh on the lake
Feel the window reverberate
And I go outside makes me feel alive with my friends nearby and quiet
This place is my home even when alone throw my head back sweet and silent
While my thoughts are cold and violent
Someday I'll be in the right place
Today I go at my own pace
And with liquored breath comes a lack of depth where I let my feelings guide me
It's not beautiful to be pitiful to hang my head over in pain
Watching my last meal filling the drain
Someday I'll be in the right place
Today I go at my own pace