Like A Country Song

Feeling like a country song
Sitting on a bar stool somewhere
Talking to a drink mixer
Who wishes he were anywhere else

Stumbling in the pouring rain
Numb to the sting of the wet and cold
Laughed at by the young
Scorned and tongue wagged by the old

Throwing empty shot glasses
Trashing the empty parking lot with bottles
Then speeding too fast down a road
Truck mindlessly skidding around full throttle

Singing songs with a shaky voice
Screaming at God waving trembling, angry hands
Tearing at disheveled locks of hair
Crying out Why, why, why, I don't understand!?