Duane Allman Slept Here

Bag of sweet red licorice in my coat pocket

Kate's phone number breaking up and blurring in my brain

I have to find myself a doorway to rest in

Up for three days smoking rock cocaine

I got an idea to head down to Cable airport

Maybe hijack a little two seat plane

Maybe put the fear of God on my old friends down below

Up for three days smoking rock cocaine

I got five minutes sleep, it was an accident

My eyes look like grapes, sticky and overripe

I get the dates and times wrong all the time

I'm too young to get the dates and times wrong

Up for three days lips around the pipe

I will come to see you it's inevitable

Some wood may warp, but you probably can't change the grain

I'm not who you think I am, the person you thought you knew is gone

Up for three days smoking rock cocaine

Up for three days smoking rock cocaine