Fifth of May

Mama's gripping on her hip on the fifth of May

In a photo daddy took on a humid day

In a town that's anyone's guess

Way out in Western Kentucky

She's broken-hearted as he's riding away

On a motorbike out to East L.A

To find a white line

It's such a fine line between broken and lucky

Getting high's easy

Getting drunk's fine

It's the getting by that'll get a soul down

So if you need me

Know that I'm bleeding

Somewhere alone in some coastal town

Some coastal town

And I can feel when your body ain't in this bed

I can still hear you laughin' last spring in my head

Now it's April, and I hate you, and I'm headin' home

The little notes that you left for me

In coat pockets and cabinetry

Are in a shoebox from when we once talked

Back when I felt free

Getting high's easy

Getting drunk's fine

It's the getting by that'll get a soul down

So if you need me

Know that I'm bleeding

Somewhere alone in some coastal town

Some coastal town

Mama's gripping on her hip on the fifth of May

In a photo daddy took on a humid day

In a town that's anyone's guess

Way out in Western Kentucky

Getting high's easy

Getting drunk's fine

It's the getting by that'll get a soul down

So if you need me

Know that I'm bleeding

Somewherе alone in some coastal town

In some coastal town