I call home at midnight every morning
From deep inside the Harris County jail
Answer back, an echo, and a warning
You've got a lot of nerve boy, you've got a lot of gall
You've got a lot of time to have it all

Twenty-one years old, and look at me crying
Momma don't bring my little boy here today
He's sick of all my shit, and he's sick of me lying
I call you every morning boy, can't you hear me scream
Am I just an echo in your dream

Deep inside me I know everybody wants to feel a little like me
Bury my soul on the side of the road and set my conscience free
These consequences are catching on fast like water to a stream
We've got a lot of time to have it all

Alcohol can make you feel uneasy
She's never been all you wanted her to be
Have you ever watched a man stop breathing?
You ain't never been high boy, you ain't never been stoned
Until you suddenly find yourself alone

photo by Darin Back