They said "young man, go west." I figured I'd start fresh. Best buy me one last round, boys, I'm Alberta bound. But this lonesome crowded west is just like the place I left. Funny what money does - bigger trucks and harder drugs.
And if I knew all the answers, I wouldn't be here.
It's here and then it's gone and I'm driving home at dawn. I'm working overtime - babe, cut another line.
So much for getting clean. I don't sleep, I barely eat. All of our deerfoot lives - fast livin', slow suicides. Making six figures clear and I've been cheque to cheque for years. And so, if you've got time, let's go - your house or mine?
There's nothing I can't find. Nothing money don't buy. Nothing keeping me alive and I don't sleep real well at night.
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