I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road

And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill

Where last week I fell off

There's still some oil by the old elm tree

And a dead squirrel that I hit

But if I hadn't left, I would've struck you dead

So I took a ride instead



Bottoming out, bottoming out, I'm bottoming out, bottoming out



My doctor says, she hopes I know, how lucky I can be

After all it wasn't my blood, mixed in the dirt that night

And we must really examine this

And I say I need another drink



Bottoming out, ...



I'm tearing down Rt. 80 East, the sun's on my right side

I'm drunk, but my vision's good and I think of my child bride

I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass



Bottoming out, ...