Uncle Tupelo

I don't see you through the windshield
I don't see you in faces looking back at mealcohol doesn't have much that matters to saycan't imagine where you and time to kill will stay
when the bible is a bottle
and the hardwood floor is home
when morning comes twice a day or not at allif I break in two will you put me back together
when this puzzle's figured out will you still be around
to say you've just been there
walking the line upside down
walked and breathed many a cancerous mile
where the bat of an eye is too slow to beat the coffin
they won't tell it on the TV