Lay Low

It’s a good three hours to Aberdeen, and I’ve read all the magazines
And the jokes are all played out or wearin' thin
So I lie back and I close my eyes and I let that old sadness rise
And I listen to Hello In There again
And riding shotgun all the time, that melancholy ghost of mine
Plays Jesus to my lonely Joan of Arc
Together we go ridin' through the dark
I think I need to lay low for awhile
Stare at the Gulf of Mexico for awhile
Take it easy take it slow for awhile
I think I need to lay low
Tonight I’ll call to say hello, but your phone’s just gonna ring I know
I guess some things just cannot be undone
So I clutch this guitar to my chest and wonder just what I’ll have left
When all of this hard traveling’s finally done
You say I’m not who I used to be, that ain’t exactly news to me
That girl has long since cut and run
But baby I am not the only one
I think I need to lay low for awhile
Stare at the Gulf of Mexico for awhile
Tell 'em all where they can go for awhile
I think I need to lay low