I lost my will by the side of the road

when it flew out the window like a bird before the rain.

Up on Crystal Hill I will be crawlin around

in the dust

on my belly when the sun goes down, sayin,

Memory of you is like the mist on a river,

like the hard luck story of an indian giver.

It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin,

Phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale.

How hard are you?

I thought I could run

I thought I could hide

I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride

I will phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale, sayin,

Hang on buddy! I shoulda knowed

Memory of you is like the mist on a river,

like the hard luck story of an indian giver.

It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin,

How much longer can you stand to fail?

how hard are you?

I thought I could run

I thought I could hide

I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride

It follows me around just to dog my trail, sayin,

Phone home Jonah from the belly of the whale!

How hard are you?