12 Steps

What if this was it A white light, the end of days No more bills I drank a weeks pay Pulled down to early graves I love my girl and her brown eyes All the things I threw by the wayside New doors to old places Full cars to empty sapces Parking lots are better half full I'll find a spot in the back lane Light up and watch a train go by I wonder how life passed me The joys of a dead end job There's nothing on your shoulders Go down to the corner store because an empty bottle is worth nothing The things I'll never see A silver spoon or easy street If I could stand on my own two feet And hold a chip that says "30 days clean" Put gas in the car twice this week Bought booze with the change from my backseat Wrote a letter to a friend in jail I'm so glad he's not here with me To sleep in a freezing car Dinners out of vending machines I'll shower in a truck stop sink I unfold a letter my daughter wrote me It said "I hope you make it back to us" The things I'll never see A silver spoon or easy street If I could stand on my own two feet And hold a chip that says "30 days clean"