I got water on the brain My mind is like a drain Here I go again Over the hill My eyes dont seem too clear Im not sure what I hear It seems Im going clear ( Over the hill Like a cripple and his crutch I have leaned a bit too much Seems that I should never touch again Now it seems its plain to see That this stuff is killing me Got to quit, so, Ill be free again I got too much to lose No one can fill my shoes Think Ill leave the blues Over the hill