Over The Hill

I got water on the brain
My mind is like a drain
Here i go again
Over the hill
My eyes don't seem too clear
I'm not sure what i hear
It seems i'm going clear
Over the hill
Like a cripple and his crutch
I have leaned a bit too much
Seems that i should never touch again
Now it seems it's plain to see
That this stuff is killing me
Got to quit, so, i'll be free again
I got too much to lose
No one can fill my shoes
Think i'll leave the blues
Over the hill