David Gray

Lay down my head by the wayside
My worn out shoes.
Quite why she went I can’t decide,
Yeah, but I sure could use.
One plate of food steaming and hot,
Clean linen ironed
On a fresh made bed, but I ain’t got
One salty dime, one salty dime.
Just close your eyes, it won’t take long,
It won’t hurt a bit.
Telling myself I could be strong
Or some such brave bullshit.
Trucks are roaring by I’m a red ghost
In their tail light gleam.
I’m a tumbleweed, I’m a spit roast
Just turning in your flame,