The White Buffalo - Avalon

Billy wasn't sober
He got pulled over in Chinatown
Liquor on his breath
Stuffs a pistol in the cushion
Rolls the window down
Oh well, his heart it races like hundred yard dash
Stone cold on his face
He's been since then been reluctant on his way

Billy wasn't sober
He was hungover
It was 10 am
Another day of work
Clutching the pillow like his only friend
He's past his prime
He a damn sore
Steadfast in his ways
Wasted his life but he still has cards to play

And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down

Billy's getting older
The chip on his shoulder's getting heavier
Weight of the world
Spins and skids into oblivion
This ain't living, it's a way to rather die
There must be another way
Under his breath he says
Things have got to change

And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down

Searching but he got no soul
Wishing he could flip a switch
Turn his life around and face the fact
That life's a bitch

And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down
And he hopes today he'll swim his way to Avalon
He's not all the way down