I'm Still Here (For Ernest)

Coffee in the kitchen My afternoon religion No mass, no circus tricks, no sleights of hand Blacker than molasses Hell, I feel fantastic Despite the tracks not falling as I planned A lonely mug for one listening to Ernest Tubb Sing Tomorrow Never Comes, lo-fi but clear I’m still here I always feel alive On a lonesome county drive Windows open floating down Centennial Road Give my head a shake Out by the Huron’s banks With a copy of the latest Rolling Stone I may not ever make the cover, but I always rediscover When dreams die, a new dream always reappears I’m still here And when my attitude gets loose And hurls the blues my way I just sink inside my soul Ignore the toll it tries to take Repeat ad nauseam I am okay I am okay I am okay The moonlight is so loud Cresting over evening clouds The stars sparkling with ease and pageantry I drift off as I admire My waking life retires And settles into dreams comfortably Today it was okay, and though tomorrow might see rain That sunshine finds a way to reappear I’m still here I ain't goin' nowhere