Lyrics Clay Wheels - Jonny Two Bags

Clay Wheels

Sometimes I wonder if this is as good as it gets
With each passing year, it seems I add and feel more regrets
This is the blackest night
I think I have ever seen
Riding on clay wheels 'til the bitter end
Rolling along with my head in the clouds
I do whatever I please
'Til the tiny pebble in the road ahead
Brings me down to my knees
I got a mouth full of humble pie
Dirt and gravel and weeds
Riding on clay wheels
Riding on clay wheels
I’m riding on clay wheels 'til the bitter end
They say insanity is making the same mistakes
Again and again
They might as well just strap me down
In five-point restraints
I’m falling out again
Sometimes, I wonder do you really know what I mean
Like showing up at Chewey’s door
With a broken 8 track machine
I got the same broke-ass hustle
Barely getting by for so long