From the recording La Cienega
Lyrics
When the days stretch on
And keep kickin' me down
Try to get up but can’t get off the ground
The're (Sometimes) I get tired
Of Reachin’ for nothin’
I put you up on a pedestal
So I could see you oh so well
Withdrawn by the side
In plain sight where I could hide
Now I extend to you
Something you would ever never do
I think I’ll call you on the phone
I’m sure you there but you’re not home
Jot down words you can’t ignore
With no reply for one week more
I try so doggedly
To get you to notice me (pause)
When the days stretch on
And keep kickin' me down
Try to get up but can’t get off the ground
The're (Sometimes) I get tired
Of Reachin’ for nothin’
Another day of 9 to 5
Unburied but not quite alive
Hand to mouth and feet to street
Unopened mail and mouths to feed
A never-ending need for things you cannot keep
When the days stretch on
And keep kickin' me down
Try to get up but can’t get off the ground
The're (Sometimes) I get tired
Of Reachin’ for nothin’
So I pull a bottle from the shelf
Bourbon makes me feel good about myself
Maybe I’ll light another cigarette
That old black lung ain’t killed me yet
Think I’ll just get stoned
And serenade myself to sleep
When the days stretch on
And keep kickin' me down
Try to get up but can’t get off the ground
The're (Sometimes) I get tired
Of Reachin’ for nothin’