Tekster: Whiskeytown. Deperate Ain't Lonely.

I try not to drink,
'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy
Desperate ain't lonely
Though I've been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad

The letter I wrote,
Took words from my throat I was saying
Lay on the roadside
I guess the mailman was drunk
The message was urgent

How lazy a state where you don't live no-one

So I try not to drink,
'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy
Desperate ain't lonely
Though I've been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad