I'll sell my guitars
Work at a CVS, at least that's where I'll start
Quit drinking for good
Find Jesus on a billboard like I probably should

I can't keep on bringing you down
To my level six feet under ground
I've got nothing to lose but you
And I see the whole way through

When we go west
Go anywhere you want I'm for Los Angeles
Out there I'll be someone new
Change my number, go by Elma if you want me to

I can't keep on bringing you down
To my level six feet under ground
I've got nothing to lose but you
And I see the whole way through

You don't have to feel bad for me
You don't have to feel bad for me
There's nothing left here for me to do
After all, no I can't lose you