Trying To Focus - The Expendables

I’m trying to focus

But i’m fallin asleep

The baggage on my eyelids is too

Heavy to keep from fallin

Ramble on, on through the night

I’ve been driving

Since a quater to three

I’ve seen the sun come up so mnay times

This week it’s scary

Rollin on until the day

When i get off that open road

There’s a pull within my bones

Like a ship bound by a rope

It won’t let go, it won’t let go

It won’t let go, It won’t let go

I’ve been run over

By the hangover truck

A drive-by shooting shot down

By twelve ounce eighty proff slugs

Embedded, in my head

The ache in my head

I’ve been smokin', sticks from a ditch

That midwest farmer’s daughter

Is the one that’s makin' me itch

In places, i’d never want an itch to be