Desire

I got a drive-away car in Georgia
And baby boy, there's two lines in the road:
One to leave you lonely
And the other to leave me alone
To get down to the easy flow
You've got to cut through the thick brew

Honey, I've shamed your angel name
The drunkest and deepest cut I've made
Oh, my petal in the puddle,
I'm talking about the time I've been long gone
I shot my insides out with grief and Mr. Kessler

All tanked up
And dressed down in desire
And I hope you understand
I'm not your man anymore