Blue

Almost home now
it don't let up
stomping mudpuddles downtown
with my favorite
Jean jacket on
Whats the point if I'm not
gonna end up with an arms length of
hope?

Right or wrong
lost in a fog and I'm choking back smoke
and all my best friends are gone

I'm speaking gibberish
Inside jokes just rotting
away in a mucky bog
I'm still swimming along and
I'm falling in

Almost home now
we ain't chill though
I'm choking back a croak
in the loneliest swamp
and it's so fucking cold out
It don't let up
I'm still swimming along
 
Almost home
and I'm hoping
I don't wake up