Curbside Down

Well I try to live a life that'd make my mother proud
Walk the path of Providence, set on solid ground
But that straight line is kinda like a tight rope for me
One bad slip, two steps back
In recovery

Curb side down
Face upon the ground
Certified whiskey bound
Curb side down
Check the lost and found
Ya I try to keep both feet flat on the ground
Curb side down

Now tinsel-town likes a tale of charm and chivalry
But mines a tale of consequence, fraught with misery
And I can't help to think what my world might've been
As all of me is laying here
In my pool of sin

Curb side down
Face upon the ground
Certified whiskey bound
Curb side down
Check the lost and found
Ya, I try to keep both feet flat on the ground
Curb side down

Now I
Got a little faith
That by grace I pray
I'll come around

But until then
I must contend
To be judged and condemned
As you walk by without a sound

Curb side down
Face upon the ground
Certified whiskey bound
Curb side down
Check the lost and found
Ya, I tried to keep both feet flat on the ground
But I'm bound
Curb side down