Those Swollen Hand Blues

I can't see the wood for the trees Life is like a roller coaster I can't find the birds or the bees Hope they're down the back of my sofa Feeling like a rolling stone Playing the guitar on my own I'm the apple of my eye If only I could keep myself sober i'd remind myself why They stare at me wherever I go Why won't everybody give up, no I wish I learn to play piano If only I could get my self sober for more then one day