I got water on the brain
my mind is like a drain
here i go again
over the hill
My eyes don't seem too clear
i'm not sure what i hear
it seems i'm going clear
over the hill

like a cripple and his crutch
i have leaned a bit too much
seems that i should never touch again
now it seems it's plain to see
that this stuff is killing me
got to quit, so, i'll be free again

i got too much to lose
no one can fill my shoes
think i'll leave the blues
over the hill