West Of Texas

You know it seems like everytime I turn around I'm looking the other way.

I don't know what it was about that place,

but there was always people behind me.

People kept stepping on my heels.

So I see myself getting into my pickup truck,

and there in the passenger seat, I see my dog staring at me with one eye.

I don't turn right onto my street.

I just keep driving and the world spins beneath my feet.

Get me out of here, anywhere at all.

Get me out of here, I don't care at all.

I'm driving down highway ten.

I look in my rearview mirror, there's that cop again.

God knows how long he's been there.

Don't want to get trapped inside my head.

I remember everything they said. I want you all out of my brain.

You won't drive me crazy. I'd rather drive myself insane.

Get me out of here, anywhere at all.

Get me out of here. I don't care at all.

So I look again, and the cop is gone. Or is he in front of me now?

I don't know. I can't be sure. So I pull off the road.

I must've barrelled down that dirt trail ten or eleven miles into the desert before I ran out of gas.

I stepped out of my truck into the blazing Texas heat,

and I turned to see my dog puking out the last of my lunch.

I was shit out of luck. So I reached into my survival skills, and realizaed I didn't have any.

You now someone once told me you can suck water out of a rock.

I don't know who told me that, but it doesn't work.

I don't know how I got west of Texas. Get me out of here.