Bottoming Out

<br>Im cruising fast on a motorcycle<br><br>Down this winding country road<br><br>And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill<br><br>Where last week I fell off<br><br><br><br>Theres still some oil by the old elm tree<br><br>And a dead squirrel that I hit<br><br>But if I hadnt left, I would have struck you dead<br><br>So I took a ride instead<br><br><br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br><br><br>My doctor says, she hopes I know<br><br>How lucky I can be<br><br>After all it wasnt my blood<br><br>Mixed in the dirt that night<br><br><br><br>But this violent rage, turned inward<br><br>Can not be helped by drink<br><br>And we must really examine this and I say<br><br>I need another drink<br><br><br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br><br><br>Im tearing down route 80 east<br><br>The suns on my right side<br><br>Im drunk, but my visions good<br><br>And I think of my child bride<br><br>And on the left in shadows<br><br>I see something that makes me laugh<br><br>I aim that bike at the fat pothole<br><br>Beyond that underpass<br><br><br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br><br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out<br><br>Bottoming out