Bad Water

Small town shadow Clinging to my back like a wool coat. Tried to run but the train moved slow. Found your name stuck in my throat. Still feels heavy, still feels hollow. Swallowing pills I can't follow. Bad water in the well, bad water. Drinking down a story that I can't tell. One hand on the Bible, One hand on the wheel. Trying to figure out just how I should feel, How I should feel. Dust on the dashboard Written by a finger in the gray heat. Sold my rings at the corner store. Left my pride on a one-way street. Still feels heavy, still feels hollow. Swallowing pills I can't follow. Bad water in the well, bad water. Drinking down a story that I can't tell. One hand on the Bible, One hand on the wheel. Trying to figure out just how I should feel, How I should feel. Oh. Maybe it's the season. Maybe it's the day. Maybe it's a thing I haven't lost yet. Maybe it's the whiskey. Maybe it's the truth. Maybe I've been drowning since I lost My youth. Yeah. Bad water in the well, bad water. Drinking down a story that I can't tell. One hand on the Bible, one hand on the Wheel. Trying to figure out just how I should Feel, How I should feel. Bad water. Bad water. Still trying to figure out How I should feel.