I drop a nickel down the well
I bend over but it’s hard to tell
if deep down there’s water at all
or if I should move on

I hesitated when I should have run
I wish I were a lizzard in the sun
I’d find myself some spot in the shade
and mourn my broken tail

that’s how it feels
like doing time
a terrible deal
and no way out
flat on my back
I hear the count
dulling my ears

that’s how it feels
like dead inside
head over heels
I just keep rolling
no turning back
they’re on me now
tell me to freeze

my cup’s broken and my feet are sore
I keep walking ‘cause I know for sure
one day I‘ll be ready again
to take my blues to town

that’s how it feels
like doing time
a terrible deal
and no way out
flat on my back
I hear the count
dulling my ears