Clay Pigeons - Intellectual

I'm going down to the Greyhound station

I'm gonna get a ticket to ride

Gonna find that lady with two or three kids

And sir down by her side

Ride around until the sun comes up and down around two or the times

Drinkin'whiskey in the last seat tryin'to hide my sorrow from the people I meet

And get along with it all

Go where the people say "y'all"

Sing a song with a friend

Change the shape that I'm in

And get back in the game, and start playin' againI'd like to stay, but I might have to go to start over again

I might go back down to Texas, I might go to somewhere that I've never been

I'll get up in the mornin', and go out at night

I won't have to go home

Get used to bein' alone

Change the words to this song, and start singin' again

Tired of runnin' 'round lookin'for answers that I already know

I could build me a castle of memories just ti have somewhere to go

Count the days and the nights it takes to get back in the saddle again

Feed the pigeons some clay

Turn the night into day

And start talkin' again

When I know what to say

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station

I'm gonna buy a ticket to ride