(Acoustic guitar intro with a simple, steady rhythm. A lonesome pedal steel guitar plays a slow, sad melody over it.)
(Verse 1)
Woke up this morning, the sky was country blue
Felt a quiet in my bones, like it’s a brand new me
Tried to pour my coffee, but the cup just slipped and fell
Landed on the kitchen floor, a brand new kind of hell
Every step I’m taking, feels like a worn-out shoe
And I don’t know what to think, or what I’m supposed to do
(Chorus)
‘Cause the wheels are spinning, but the truck ain’t moving at all
And I’m a train off the tracks, waiting for the final call
Lost my grip on the reins, on the dirt road of my life
Now I’m just a stranger, living with this quiet strife
Yeah, I lost control, and I don’t know what to think
Just a ship without a rudder, headed for the drink
(Verse 2)
Saw my old reflection in the window pane today
He looked back at me, like he’s got nothing left to say
Tried to call my momma, just to hear her voice so kind
But I couldn’t find the number, my mind’s a tangled vine
Every song on the radio is playing out of key
A sad, familiar melody, just for a ghost like me
(Pedal Steel Solo)
(A mournful, crying pedal steel solo. The notes bend and wail, expressing deep sadness and a feeling of being lost.)
(Chorus)
‘Cause the wheels are spinning, but the truck ain’t moving at all
And I’m a train off the tracks, waiting for the final call
Lost my grip on the reins, on the dirt road of my life
Now I’m just a stranger, living with this quiet strife
Yeah, I lost control, and I don’t know what to think
Just a ship without a rudder, headed for the drink
(Outro)
(The music slows, the acoustic guitar plays a final, soft strum. The pedal steel holds a single, fading note.)
Yeah, headed for the drink…
Lost control…
(The final sound is the quiet strum of the acoustic guitar and the soft, sad echo of the pedal steel.)
