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I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know how to pull out of this funk
I've got a bunch of clothes and a lot of stuff
But, basically, it's just a pile of junk
I used to think everybody was my friend
I was just a kid, but felt better way back then
Now I know there's some who just won't like me
And people will swing first just so they can fight me
I've been in a cocoon all winter long
And I thought she was the one for me, but I was wrong
I won't say a thing that you won't believe in
See, there's never been much trouble in the garden of Eden
I can't think of a fitting epitaph for me
When I am dead, my soul will be free
It's scary I'm nearing the end of my days
And I don't see any way to end my wicked ways
So it is God who helps us be strong
I might be slow, but I'll be right along
Don't wash your car when it's held together with dirt
Don't go to sleep when you're too alert
Don't text while you're on the road
Too many are dying cause they can handle the load
Wait a few days before burying me
I trust that the Lord will end up carrying me