Flat on my back

Electric Guitars on Saturday Night
If this is the end, well I'm feeling alright
Moving by fast, things ain't really clear
And I wonder why do I care

I'm making mountains out of mole hills
'cause I want to be free
I'll play my guitar til they bury me (I still would be free)
A double-secret agent, with no friends at all
It's probably not legal, but I'm having a ball

And when its all over, you can send the bill to me.

Never Shoulda

Never shoulda left me
Me and the Dog
He's wanderin' 'round the house
wonderin' where you've gone

Saturday Evening
A cooler full of beer
I love to play guitar
When the end is near.

If you think there is a message
You're partially right
But it only gets revealed 
in the pale moonlight

One more lyric
to get me to the end
A quirky, cliched, phrase
They said.

Unsupervised

He was left alone, unsupervised
Providing on his own

He never gave the time or thought
to picking up the phone

He pressed the pause button for a minute
Playing with his dog
who'd never come inside
Unless I had a bone

And  he knows which way to go
Always on his own
But Never All Alone

He's never gonna tolerate a rainy day
He'd just as soon blow it all away