As lonely as the days are long
As dark as the night birds song
This strange way of living
Split my heart dry
I'm lonesome, but I'm too stoned to cry
My clothes are all ragged and worn
Like a sailor that's caught
In the worst kind of storm
The water keeps rising
Oh, but I'm getting by
I keep walking, but I'm too stoned to fly
There's whiskey and wine
And bells are calling
For the pain
Fasties and women
And a little cocaine
I'm walking the line
Between hell bent and high
I ain't happy
Just too stoned to cry
I'm living from town to town
I'm living from town to town
I've always been lost, I ain't never been found.
They said Jesus could save me, but that was a lie.
I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.
I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.
I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.
I keep trying, but I'm too stoned to die.
No, I ain't happy, just too stoned to cry.