The Acting Life

These two night stands are adding up
 I'll tell you more after this cup
 Of Bud Heavy stills make shaking hands
 I don't believe I'm in love with you
 It's happened, though the times are few
 For now, these shooters are my only friends
 Follow these white highway lines
 Out past the city limit signs
 Where I'm going, hell, I still don't know
 Somewhere quick away from this
 I got a few cases and a fifth
 Maybe I'll be there before it's all gone
 This road is empty and slick with rain
 Every night it's always the same
 I'm running from someone I left behind
 If I get stopped, I'll wind up in jail
 It can't be much worse than this Hell
 That I've created in my heart and mind
 Am I thinking of California?
 Am I longing for Mississippi?
 What about Texas or Kansas?
 Or maybe the cold shores of Maine?
 There's not a state in mind to fit my state of mind
 My tires are balding, my head is spinning
 My tires are balding, my head is spinning