The Wabash softly laps at my bones,
my jacket smells like a tackle box
I fell asleep in the truck today
I fell asleep in the truck today
My mangy dog-friends, news channels
Leading the way
Scraping blisters, scraping blisters
No one likes you, they act like they do
The bathroom door is never shut,
and it always smells like someone’s butt
I fell asleep in the truck today
I sometimes fall asleep in there
No one likes you, no one likes you, no one likes you
Spot on his lung, the ringing was rung
Staring glumly at his shoes, he said,
‘I don’t know what it’s like to have nothing to lose’
I fell asleep in the truck today
I fell asleep in the truck this morning
Then the Wabash lapped at my bones