300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues

I'm bringing back ghosts

That are no longer there

I'm gettin' hard on myself

Sittin' in my easy chair

Well, there's three people in the mirror

And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose

Well, I can't keep from laughin'

Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off

Tryin' to bite my lip

There's all kinds of red-headed women

That I ain't supposed to kiss

And it's that color that never fails

To turn me blue

So I just swallow it and hold on to it

And use it to scare the hell out of you

I have a woman

'Says come and watch me bleed

And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that

And still give her everything that she needs

Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer

And one of them's got to be you

But you're holding tight to it -- the answer

Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm

On this winter night

Everytime you get defensive

You're just looking for a fight

It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem

With almost anything you'll do

Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim

Instead of playin' the fool

And the roads are covered with a million

Little molecules

Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered

With pieces of pencil eraser too

Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all

Of my ashes too

But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per

hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty

cup torrential outpour blues

One thing's for sure: in that graveyard

I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes