Still Be Around

I don’t see you through the windshield
I don’t see you in faces looking back at me
Alcohol doesn’t have much that matters to say
And imagine where you in time to kill will stay

Where the bible is the bottle
And the hard wood floor is home
When morning comes twice a day or not at all
If I break in two, will you put me back together
When this puzzle’s figured out would you still
Be around to say you’ve just been there
Walking the line, upside down

Walked and breathed many a cancerous mile
Where the bat of an eye is too slow to beat the coffin
And they won’t tell it on the tv
And they can’t say in on the radio
Better move it off the shelves and into our minds
Where you can’t tell the truth when its right in front of your eyes

Where the bible is the bottle
And the hard wood floor is home
When morning comes twice a day or not at all
If I break in two, will you put me back together
When this puzzle’s figured out would you still
Be around to say you’ve just been there
Walking the line, upside down

Where the bible is the bottle
And the hard wood floor is home
When morning comes twice a day or not at all
If I break in two, will you put me back together
When this puzzle’s figured out would you still
Be around to say you’ve just been there
Walking the line, upside down