By summer's end, I predicted I'd finally lost my mind The doctor said that these new pills Well, they might help me this time And I hope that's the case Cause I feel I am wasting the one life that I have The chances, they come and the chances, they go But the time, you can't get that back And Johnny called me late last night And I told Mr. Walker, just go home Why do the demons in my mind They wanna leave me alone It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know pretty well, that ain't gonna help I'm just praying that I make it through the night I'd love to get to sleep, but I can't get too deep Though I'm doing the best that I can My mind wants to talk about everything I'm not, it was, everything I am I tell my friends and they tell me That time will only do me well But I won't shut my mouth as it rolled down in the south That you can't talk about your mental health And Johnny called me late last night And I told Mr. Walker, just go home Why do the demons in my mind They wanna leave me alone It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know pretty well, that ain't gonna help I'm just praying that I make it through the night Well, Johnny called me late last night And I told Mr. Walker, just go home Why do the demons in my mind They wanna leave me alone It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know pretty well, that ain't gonna help I'm just praying that I make it through the night I'm praying that I make it through the night I'm praying that I make it through the night