No Good Answers

Sometimes love feels like
Some kind of sickness inside
Sometimes love feels like
Some kind of sickness inside
And it's comin' from in you
Tearin at you where you lie

I've done no time with drinking
But I know why many men do.
I've done no time with drinking
But I know why many men do
So they forget how this old life
Has it's claws in you

That good girl asked me
" is this the way it's always gonna be?"
That sweet girl asked me
" is this the way it's always gonna be?"
W ell I kept on walking people
I had no good answers you see

There's plenty of drifters and they're all
Fit enough to blow past her door
There's plenty of drifters and they're all
Fit enough to blow past her door
When I've found me some answers (here's bettin')
She won't pose those questions no more

I lay down at night
The road is lungin' at my dreams
I lay down at night
That old road is lungin' at my dreams
One day I'll move past it
To where my blood's runnin' clean