Phone Home Jonah

I lost my will by the side of the road
It flew out the window like a bird before the rain
Up on Crystal Hill I will be crawling around
In the dust on my belly when the sun goes down
Memory of you is like the mist on a river
Like the hard luck story of an indian giver
It follows me around just to dog my trail
How much longer can you stand to fail?
How hard are you?
I thought I could run
I thought I could hide
I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride
Phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale
Hang on buddy I shoulda knowed