If I go down to the tavern,
If I go down to the tavern,
trying to get myself together
Take my hand and put me back on track
My bed is made in the quarter
I bet it is made in the gutter,
I can't stay here forever,
got to get myself together
Pick me up and turn my look around
On the road, cause you know I could
A little bit of track with a puddle
And no, I think the more you think
And the more I try to get things right
The less they go as planned
Want to leave this stormy weather
To get our things together
Board a train, it's cold too
I'm a woman with a hurricane
I want to shine, shine as good as I know
But I do believe you, I know
and the narrow on the road
A little bit off track with a bottle in
Oh, I think the more you think
The more I try to get things right,
the less they go as planned