Fifth of May

Mama's gripping on her hip on the fifth of May
In a photo daddy took on a humid day
In a town that's anyone's guess
Way out in Western Kentucky
She's broken-hearted as he's riding away
On a motorbike out to East L.A
To find a white line
It's such a fine line between broken and lucky

Getting high's easy
Getting drunk's fine
It's the getting by that'll get a soul down
So if you need me
Know that I'm bleeding
Somewhere alone in some coastal town
Some coastal town

And I can feel when your body ain't in this bed
I can still hear you laughin' last spring in my head
Now it's April, and I hate you, and I'm headin' home
The little notes that you left for me
In coat pockets and cabinetry
Are in a shoebox from when we once talked
Back when I felt free

Getting high's easy
Getting drunk's fine
It's the getting by that'll get a soul down
So if you need me
Know that I'm bleeding
Somewhere alone in some coastal town
Some coastal town

Mama's gripping on her hip on the fifth of May
In a photo daddy took on a humid day
In a town that's anyone's guess
Way out in Western Kentucky

Getting high's easy
Getting drunk's fine
It's the getting by that'll get a soul down
So if you need me
Know that I'm bleeding
Somewherе alone in some coastal town
In some coastal town