I got water on the brain
My mind is like a drain
Here I go again
Over the hill
My eyes dont seem too clear
Im not sure what I hear
It seems Im going clear
Over the hill
Like a cripple and his crutch
I have leaned a bit too much
Seems that I should never touch again
Now it seems its plain to see
That this stuff is killing me
Got to quit, so, Ill be free again
I got too much to lose
No one can fill my shoes
Think Ill leave the blues
Over the hill
