Losing My Grip

Cold stove waiting for me when I get home No fire burns for me living on my own I could die in my sleep, nobody'd ever bother asking why Lying here, all alone listening to my soul cry I must be losing my grip I feel I'm slipping away Now the dawn's coming after me Lost another day Na na na na na... I was born in the middle of no time west of nowhere Looking for a saddle just to take my burden elsewhere I must be losing my grip I feel I'm slipping away Now the dawn's coming after me Lost another day Na na na na na... I must be losing my grip I feel I'm slipping away Now the dawn's coming after me Lost another day Na na na na na...