robber's highway

can't feel the fingers of one hand, last night felt like a three-night stand, mouth full of cotton, feet of clay, i didn't plan on waking up today, i had heart, wheels and wings, now i don't have any of these things, come and get me, jesus, i don't know, come and get me 'cause i can't go, i lost my brothers, i lost my friends, only one way this thing ends, cheap and dirty in a bad motel, wondering what it was you used to do so well, i had words, chords and strings, now i don't have any of these things, come and get me, jesus, i don't know, come and get me 'cause i can't go, shirt and pants, coffee black, open up the shade a crack, fields of cotton, fields of clay, sun going down on a robber's highway, winds that whistle, birds that sing, i've no understanding of any of these things, come and get me, jesus, i don't know, come and get me 'cause i can't go