I don't like the music they're
playin' on the radio tonight
It's a little too fast for me
Not quite blue enough for me
And I'd like this whiskey more
But this bottle feels just right
I'm on skid row with my mind
from the window I can see our bedroom line
Where the man I used to be,
She hasn't found a way to
This wall I built in front of me
I'm on skid row in my mind
So I get up, shower, and shave by the
Today, and I'm on my way to work,
fire line I got proof of my success
But in this frame of mine, I'm barely half
But tomorrow I'll run over
And I'll hide so they don't run to me I'm
So I get up, shower and shave
I got proof of my success
On my office wall and desk
But in this frame of mine
So tomorrow I'll run over
But then I hide so they don't run to me
I'm on skid row in my mind
I wonder if she tells him
All the words that I can't find
To describe the way I feel inside,
I'm on skid row in my mind.