Tractor Lounge

Tuesday
Evening
The drinking
Saves me
I ask you
To tell me
But you’re never
Listening
Through cigarette smoke
And the bourbon tears
The lousy jokes
And it all comes clear
Sunday
Morning
The praying
Saves me
I ask you
Forgive me
But you’re never
Listening
The ten-buck dope
And the whiskey fears
I pretend I know
But it’s never clear
A new day
Is rising
But my star’s
fallen
I ask you
To tell me
But you’re never
Listening
And I’ve got no hope
Nothin' my own
So I’ll drown myself
At the Tractor Lounge