The sun is comin' up over the hill...

Or maybe it's not I can't even tell

But there's a warmth on my face

That isn't the blood

And my tears are turnin'

The snow into mud



And I can't feel my left leg

But I think it's still there

Did I kill anybody?

Hell, I never fight fair



What state am I in?

Am I still on the run?

Has it really been so long

Since I've seen the sun?



My instincts are telling me

To pick up and go

But I can't feel my fingers

And I can't move my toes

There's a drained bourbon bottle

Layin' next to my head

And the piss and the vomit

Are the sheets on my bed



Is it you? Could it be you?

Don't want it to



I went out all night drinking

So I took the bait

And I jumped off the interstate

To Highway 8

To the bars full of girls

Who all know me by name

They all drink the same drinks

And they all fuck the same



Now my eyes are turnin' red

In this hotel bar

And she's breathing out smoke

As she motions towards the door

The kindness of a stranger

Or a trick of the trade?

God knows I'm not the first mistake

That she's made



Is it you? Could it be you?

Don't want it to

Is it you? Could it be you?

Don't want it to



I been down and out

I been spit on for so long

I stored my shame in my belly

'till I needed to be strong



In my last guilty whim

I stole a map and a truck

It's pure chance

That I haven't already been picked up

But from here on the slate's clean

I'm headin' way south

Always heard the girls were pretty there

I got to find out!

Look Ma your son's a travelin' man!

I don't know what I did

But I'll do all the good that I can....



Could it be you?

Could it be you?

Could it be you?

Could it be you?

Could it be you?