Clay Pigeons

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound station

Gonna get a ticket to ride

Gonna find that lady with two or three kids

And sit down by her side

Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me

'Bout two or three times

Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat

Tryin' to hide my sorrow from the people I meet

And get along with it all

Go down 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' again

I'd like to stay

But I might have to go to start over again

Might go back down to Texas

Might go to somewhere that I've never been

And get up in the mornin' and go out at night

And I won't have to go home

Get used to bein' alone

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

I'm tired of runnin' 'round

Lookin' for answers to questions that I already know

I could build me a castle of memories

Just to have somewhere to go

Count the days and the nights that 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

Gonna get a ticket to ride

Gonna find that lady with two or three kids

And sit down by her side

Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me

'Bout two or three times

Feed the pigeons some clay

Turn the night into day

And start talkin' again when I know what to say