When I crawl out of this hole that I've been in
Well I think I'd like to be a painter
Painting portraits, smoking cigarettes and feeling like I feel alright
And when it's all over and it's all up and gone
The sun will still be shining like it supposed to
And thinking about those good times can help you feel warm
But it's just the cold you're getting used to
And breathing's just a way of getting by
Well it's all coming down, no use in staring
So I'm looking backwards, through the rearview, getting high
Getting high
When I woke up the morning I'd forgotten who I was
But the folks on the block know my name now
And I am not who I had thought I was
And I am sure that I am not who I am
But I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine
And it looks like we've got blue skies honey
Coming up a' down the line
But it's just the cold you're getting used to
And breathing's just a way of getting by
Well it's all coming down, no use in staring
So I'm looking backwards, through the rearview, getting high
Getting high
I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine
I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine
I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine
I've got some new shoes baby and I'm feeling so fine