SLOBBERBONE FIND THE OUT Working hands and a gentle heart Beacon-like to those in the dark His wife and family headed home, a flash of chrome A pothole's teeth makes tires slide To shoulders too thin to abide A sleeping driver, wayward truck, now he's stuck Knotted heart, he cracks and curls His bedroom becomes his world Idle curtains block the sun, now he's done His remaining daughter will suggest That shutting down is not what's best Who's to say until you go, I don't know Still you must concede That there is still a need, it's true When you can't find the out like most do Jamie Jeffries has a plan And a mother who's his biggest fan She wants it all for him so much, but she's out of touch Persuasive friends, a gang of four, the convenience of convenience stores A borrowed gun was his best bet, and now he's set Still you must concede That there is still a need, it's true When you can't find the out like most do And still you must confess That things are still a mess, for sure When you're less in her eyes than before So you've wrung your eyes of all their tears And you caught them in a glass To save them for some day next year, when you're waxing over your past And should you ever begin to believe That the good part was worth all the waste Find your glass of last year's tears and you take a taste Still you must concede That there is still a need, it's true When you can't find the out like most do And still you must confess That things are still a mess, for sure When you're less in her eyes than before