Engine coughs on the I-190 Like your last leg Chevy saying "It's time to go home Time to leave me alone." Pull off quick in the rising light 'Cause you've got work and I'm too tired or too stoned We smoked a bag to the bone "Where've you been, son? Your mother's sick." Through my cell phone I can hear my father spit Two hundred miles and they can't take a hint Useless morning, useless life The neighbor's drunk, he slept outside on my porch Wish I cared anymore Now she's my temporary That one bedroom apartment There was no room for me That's okay Oh, I prefer it that way Softly through the veil The first finger tips of morning light Are carving through the snow, December 1st On my first drive home Made me a sanctuary in grey sky town There was no hope for me No god's left here By presidential decree