Painkiller

6.37 on a Sunday night I hear the train whistle singing round the bend A long sharp tone slicing through the air of this cold, unforgiving town I've got a torn up suitcase sitting by my side Packed to the brim with everything I own I'm headed west out to the blue Pacific to forget about this broken home Painkiller, page filler, I'm coloring outside the line And the rueful road just ain't worth my time I can't recall the final straw that broke the camel's back But my head is ringing like a bell Waking up face down on the bathroom floor is not a sign of a man doing well Now this crowded station's got me bugging out I'm sweating hard but I'm freezing to the bone I'll ride the hair of the dog any day of the week But today I'm at the end of my road Painkiller, page filler, I'm coloring outside the line And the rueful road just ain't worth my time So I'm saving my face for a change While wave after wave crashes in I'm saving my face for a change While wave after wave crashes in Luckily I'm free to hop on board and float my way into my humble chair And the taste of booze to the edge of clean Cept for the thought of losin' my girl Now this train is off and headed into the grassy plains of a brand new day And the queen of diamonds sitting on my row Is just a smile and a compliment away Painkiller, page filler, I'm coloring outside the line And the rueful road just ain't worth my time Painkiller, page filler, I'm coloring outside the line And the rueful road just ain't worth my time