Bottoming Out

I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road

And i pass the gravel on the foot of the hill

Where last week i fell off

There's still some oil by the old elm tree

And a dead squirrel that i hit

But if i hadn't left, i would've struck you dead

So i took a ride instead

Bottoming out, bottoming out, i'm bottoming out, bottoming out

My doctor says, she hopes i know, how lucky i can be

After all it wasn't my blood, mixed in the dirt that night

And we must really examine this

And i say i need another drink

Bottoming out, ...

I'm tearing down rt. 80 east, the sun's on my right side

I'm drunk, but my vision's good and i think of my child bride

I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass

Bottoming out, ...