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

Can't imagine where you and time to kill will stay



When the Bible is a bottle and the hardwood 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, will 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, they can't say it on the radio

They pay to move it off the shelf and into our minds

Till you can't tell the truth when it's right in front of your eyes



When the Bible is a bottle, the hardwood 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, will you still be around?

To say, just been there walking the line upside down