I know it's a problem I can't write it down The things I am wanting Are deep in me now Are you worried about: All the things you're without? All the things you can doubt? What you don't know? I know it's a problem I can't walk a line And if I have lost it It was never mine Are you worried about: All the things you can doubt? All the things you're without? What you don't feel? But you think all the time If you knew yourself, you'd be just fine But you're not what they think You can calm yourself with a small drink But you're not just a lush You can paint yourself with a broad brush If they find out who you are That you're just white trash Sleeping in your car (Your car) I know it's a problem I can't write it down The things I am wanting Are deep in the ground