No Good Answers

Sometimes love feels like

Some kind of sickness inside

Sometimes love feels like

Some kind of sickness inside

And it's comin' from in you

Tearin at you where you lie



I've done no time with drinking

But I know why many men do.

I've done no time with drinking

But I know why many men do

So they forget how this old life

Has it's claws in you



That good girl asked me

" is this the way it's always gonna be?"

That sweet girl asked me

" is this the way it's always gonna be?"

W ell I kept on walking people

I had no good answers you see



There's plenty of drifters and they're all

Fit enough to blow past her door

There's plenty of drifters and they're all

Fit enough to blow past her door

When I've found me some answers (here's bettin')

She won't pose those questions no more



I lay down at night

The road is lungin' at my dreams

I lay down at night

That old road is lungin' at my dreams

One day I'll move past it

To where my blood's runnin' clean