I got "drunk on a plane"...landed, sober up and found my self "somewhere on a beach"....finally realized that I "came here to forget"

That southern Baptist parking lot
Is where I'd go to smoke my pot
Sit there in my pickup truck and pray

Staring at that giant cross
Just reminded me that I was lost
And it just never seemed to point the way

As soon as Jesus turned his back
I find my way across the track
Lookin' just to score . . . another deal

With my back against that damn eight ball
I didn't have to think or talk . . . or feel

My life was just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
I couldn't even tell I was alive

I tell you

The high cost of livin'
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high


*Jamey Johnson, BTW....