Eric Hisaw
Never could walk the line

Jesus turned water into wine
my cousin killed himself on turpentine
he could turn the milk money into thunderbird
sweet songs into bitter words
but he never could walk the line

he lost all sense of space and time
turned his paycheck into one sorry dime
he left as a tip on the bar
a bribe for the keys back to his car
it was always a matter of time
no he never could walk the line

he's looking to the sky for a sign
stared into the sun until he went blind
spun in circles until he fell down
trying to catch his balance on the ground
sorry ma, he ain't getting up this time
no he never could walk the line