The dog days of August
And a feeling of being awake
Oh my God, my whole damn world’s
Hotel walls and mind decay
How come I never got used to
The feeling of sleeping in a cage?
Too long driving, too damn hungry
A tied-up hound but nothing stays
Never swam a river wider wider
Couldn’t climb a building taller
Never seen a morning rising brighter
Never tasted sweeter cellar cider
Couldn’t hold a hammer stronger
Never had a need for shining china
I sit right where I used to
My desk chair in a corner in a haze
Oh my God, my whole damn world’s
A smoked out pine in a sonic blaze
I still have direction
But I’m digging in my thoughts all day
I see the devil like I used to
I hear my rhythm out of phase
Never swam a river wider wider
Couldn’t climb a building taller
Never seen a morning rising brighter
Never tasted sweeter cellar cider
Couldn’t hold a hammer stronger
Never had a need for shining china