Stumblin' through the West

We stop in a small town
Winter breathin' down our necks
Horses are cryin'
Needin' their evening rest
The moons comin' up now
Illuminating silhouettes
There’s a lone wolf howlin'
He’s got what everyone here gets
For three weeks I’ve been here
Whiskey hangin' on my breath
Well it’s not that I have to
I just haven’t found another way I guess
I just haven’t found another way I guess
Except for stumblin' through the west
Except for stumblin' through the west
Day in and day out
I seem to lose my way
This blanket of snow down
No contrast between anything
For three weeks I’ve been here
Whiskey hangin' on my breath
Well it’s not that I have to
I just haven’t found another way I guess
I just haven’t found another way I guess
Except for stumblin' through the west
Except for stumblin' through the west
Yeah I’m stumblin'
Yeah I’m stumblin'
Yeah I’m stumblin'
Yeah I’m stumblin'