Twenty on High

35 minutes into Monday I'm crossing that old state line Headed out East with the railway To the mountains in North Caroline It's another damn week on the railroad It's another damn lonesome night One of these days, I'ma head home One of these days, I might Pay a little more respect to the body that I'm in Take a little less off of the edge What did you expect of an adolescent kid Who was all out of allegiance to pledge? What did you expect of a runaway train On a busted up mainline rail? What did you think he would have to say If he decided there's a story to tell? There's 35 reasons for the bottle now I'm 30 fucking counties away Slipping off deep to the nothingness Couldn't even speak if I had something to say These thoughts they're all self-critical There's two pounds left of the trigger pull This ain't it, there's got to be something else Get out now before I lose myself And pay a little more respect to the body that I'm in Take a little less off of the edge What did you expect of an adolescent kid Who was all out of allegiance to pledge? What did you expect of a runaway train On a busted up mainline rail? What did you think he would have to say If he decided there's a story to tell? 35 minutes into Monday I'm crossing that old state line Headed out East with the railway To the mountains in North Caroline