Heavy Head

The fortune teller drops his books

And searches for some better hook

To try on someone not as wise as you

A renegade in cheap cologne

With a mishap's dreams, and love old

And gone, the smell of whiskey on his hands

Destroy your confidence

A last ditch effort at happiness

Relaxed at the thought of this,

Of what may happen next

The best to come,

The worst road to run

You get up with a heavy head

Too much drink, a waste of sleep

Penniless enough to bring you down to this

She caught you on a wary night,

Was rewarded with a burst of smile,

Now you've got the guilt of the last ones

Who end up in last

She's not the girl, she ain't the one

Who you spend all nights dreaming of,

But does it matter,

Is what you want a test?

Of the heat of the sun,

Of the worst road to run

You take what you want

And I give what I've got

Then you turn it around

You play all the games

The hash marks are carved

Where they're sure to be found

I'm not eager, man

I'm not begging for the beast

To come on out