"Magic Marker" lyrics - CRAIG FINN

There were times that all that freedom
Had me wasted, wild, and bored
Shootin' through the ceilin'
Shakin' off the Desert Storm
Reachin' out for somethin'
Tryin' to let go of the war
Hopin' hard for somethin' to hold on to

Stretchin' out the truth
Tryin' to seem a little hard
Scratchin' at the eight ball
In the back half of the bar
Used to always roll around with a magic marker
Sometimes it feels good to write your name

Later on we'd end up at that after hours house
With the guy who took the money
With a fish hook in his mouth
Pretty girls all burnin' holes
In the cushions of the couch
All the times that we saw dawn kick in the windows

Spent the best part of the summer
Tryin' to come up with a plan
Made a couple little changes
And I met up with a man
Did somethin' kinda strange
But I made like sixteen grand
Hope I never have to pull that trick again
Hope I never have to pull that trick again

Went out west and tried to double it
Lost it all, tried to recover it
Got pistol whipped in Portland
Oh Lord, I got so much of it
Had trouble with my numbers for some time

Some priest, he got me clean
The V.A. fixed my face
I came home behind the counter
Started workin' at my uncle's place
Mostly takin' orders
And shakin' cans of paint
And someone had to help me make the change

Now it's been twenty years
Since what we call the accident
And everybody knows
But no one ever mentions it
Everybody's talkin' 'bout the president
And me, I'm never sure what I should say

I'm still workin' at my uncle's place
Still drivin' 'round in darkness
But I'm mostly stayin' straight
There's pretty girls down at Independence Lake
But they don't seem to see me anymore

I'm better with my numbers now
Parked down by the water
Stretchin' out the truth
Tryin' to seem a little softer
I still roll around with my magic marker
Some nights it just feels good to write your name
Some nights it just feels good to write your name