It was all about some distant goal
If you could just make it out of here
But what that was and how to go about doing it
Was never made abundantly clear
What with a family all shot to hell
Survival comes instinctively
I got an orphan dad in love with the bottle
And a mom with some sad brain chemistry
Now hard work never hurt anybody
But still there wasn't much on the shelf
And really there are no bigger lies
Than the ones you'll tell to yourself
Somewhere my compa** fell apart
I drifted way off course
When I put the damned thing back together
It never would point True North
The wind has ways of telling you
When you've gone too far
Tonight I'm somewhere between Ansel Adam's half moon dome
And Willie Nelson's beat up guitar
You can sell your soul to Love's higher power
There's nothing that'll ever stop you
Or you can sell your soul to the devil
He'll take you right up on the offer
Today's djs on the radio say
You gotta buy this one it's a must
But the tunes that were old and beat up and wise
Well they're the ones that I learned to trust
The ones all full of liars and lovers
Robbers and murders and thieves
The ones all full of saints and sinners
A lot like you and me