Time

I'm east of St. Louis
And a long way from home.
I drank up all my money, but
you know I borrowed every dime.
This goddamn rain’s been cursing me all night long
The wind sounds like all those things I should have said but just couldn’t 
And the evening keeps creeping along.

Were those prayers or just suggestions?
Who the hell can even tell?
I’ll just light another cigarette.
The things I can’t remember 
Tell the things I can’t forget,
Replaying all the conversations in my head.

I can’t tell the game I’m playin’
Let alone the team I’m on.
We are buried in clothes we never wore
I ask ya does it matter in the end?
Does anyone care what it’s all for?