Snows

Johnny Cash songs on a lonely Sunday morn... Got a court date coming up... Missing the life I used to have... Made sure the door was shut... Gave up all the drinking and pills... Stone sober in the cold... Lost on a strange street corner... No idea which way to go... Got my meetings, fireplace and a few clothes... Got my drum calluses and memories of forgotten shows... Got pictures of my kids and a Facebook account... Got a mountain in front of me to surmount... Got no one left on which to unload my woes... Gonna be cold this week... Hope it snows...