Orange light shinin down on me
Revealin things I never thought that I could see
Gone to leave me in misery
Must be a drought in my eyes
Undertakers pass my door
Sellin my pain, sellin my pain and askin for more
Spillin my brain onto the floor
Lord there must be some kinda drought in my eyes
Well there ain't no comfort in the chair
And there ain't no comfort in the bed
Lord knows if you're lookin for comfortin thoughts
You won't find none in my head
Set the alarm clock back an hour
Shadows castin longer lines
Left my innocence behind
Sucked the sense right out my mind
Must be a drought, I said there must be a drought in my eyes
Time don't move, the lock don't break
There wasn't nothin left to take
Down all night and wide awake
Must be a drought in my
There must be a drought in my eyes
There ain't no blanket can warm me
And there ain't no fire too real
And there ain't nobody to tell me that I ain't as alone as I feel
The world's a blur to my tired eyes
My head is like a basket of water
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