Mathew Lee Cothran In A Carolina Motel Bar
Can we ride this lonesome high through our sorrows?
Or are they clinging to us like an old friend?
Going to bed hoping they'll be no tomorrow
Just waking up to do it all again
Are we high to sell ourselves on forever?
Or are we selling out because the end is near
Going to bed hoping they'll be no tomorrow
Just waking up year after year
I found myself among the demons and the schemers
Condemned to die in a Carolina motel bar
I look around I do not see truе believers
Just griеving people taking it too hard
