I try not to drink,   'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy   Desperate ain't lonely   Though I've been high   Pockets are empty   In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad      The letter I wrote,   Took words from my throat I was saying   Lay on the roadside   I guess the mailman was drunk   The message was urgent   How lazy a state where you don't live no-one      So I try not to drink,   'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy   Desperate ain't lonely   Though I've been high   Pockets are empty   In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad