Fumbling Through Your Letters

Hayward Beauty College

Fumbling through your letters

and thumbing through your words.

Don't remember much,

don't remember them at all.

Woke up drunk again in a motel

that doesn't ask your name.

End up on the road

between hell and back.

Closer to hell,

I found an old photograph.

It made me so sad

but there's no one left to tell.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.

Left town a month ago

had to get away.

Ended up here

but I don't want to stay.

It's hard to go home

when you don't know the way.

End up on the road

between hell and back.

Closer to hell

I found an old photograph

of you and me

but that'll never be again.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.

It's a hard livin', Lord knows it's hard to live.