Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
