Held back by circumstances, I ain't good with romances I never was much of a looker All night we'll drive until we hit Texas and maybe stop in Dallas and have ourselves a drink Don't mislead Don't mislead You can shoot it straight with me I believe I believe that god is lost at sea Hold on to what this life is giving I do a lot of sinning I always was a drinker Who knows where we go when this chapter is over? Are we pushing up clover or are there footnotes to be read?