And we were trying different things, We were smoking funny things, Making love out by the lake to our favorite song. Sipping whiskey out the bottle, … - Kid Rock

The black cat is back, in original form,
The legible, credible, inevitable storm.
Way past the normal, still misbehaving,
Finger in the air and the flag still waving.
Don't come, don't test the boss
Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross.
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease,
But you can't fuck wit rhymes like these.

Up and down that lonely road of faith,
I have been there
Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise.
I've realized one thing, how much I love you,
And it hurts to see, see you crying.
I believe we can make it through the winds of change.

Living my life in a slow hell,
Different girl every night at the hotel.
I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days.
Been fueling up on cocaine and whiskey;
Wish I had a good girl to miss me.
Lord, I wonder if I'll ever change my ways.