I've got money in my pocket
And food in my belly
A beer in my hand
As I'm watching the tele
I've muted the sound
So I can hear
The music of Waylon
Through the cans on each ear
I've wonderful friends
And a warm loving wife
Everything that I need
At this stage of my life
But I'm just sitting here
Wondering why
All I really want to do
Is silently cry
I get up every morning
And don my disguise
Hoping I hide
The pain in my eyes
I smile at the world
And cheerfully greet
All the acquaintances
I pass on the street
But this depression has got me
And it's eating me whole
I think I am losing to
This cancer of the soul
But I'm fighting oh I'm fighting
O lord I do really try
And each day is a victory
That I manage not to cry
