Letras: Robert Earl Keen. Farm Fresh Onions. All I Have Is Today.

I woke up in another strange place
By a 40 acre parking lot
With every kind of sign
I was talking to another strange face
Who was tellin? me
That he didn?t have the time

All I want to do is climb that mountain
All I need is the other way
All I am is a lost soul, searchin?
All I have is today