300 M.P.H. Torrential Outpour Blues - Live

I'm calling out to ghosts that are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself, sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
But I can't keep from laughin'
Spittin' out these 300 Mile Per Hour Outpour Blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color which never fails to turn me blue
So I just swallow it and hold onto it
And use it to scare the hell out of you

I have a woman, says, "Come and watch me bleed"
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
And still give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
And one of them's got to be you
But you're holding tight to it, the answer
Singin' these 300 Mile Per Hour Outpour Blues

And the roads are covered with a million little molecules
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
With pieces of pencil eraser, too
Well, sooner or later, the ground's gonna be holdin' all of my ashes, too

But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone
Will I still have these 300 mile per hour, finger breaking
No answers, broken back, dirty cancer, bee stung and busted up
Empty cup torrential outpour blues?