From the album Pies in the Sky

Lyrics

If I’m not losing you I must be losing my mind
One of these is true
If I’m not fading away it must be opposite day
The fog I see right through, but where are you?

Whiskey chapped lips riding shotgun
Kissing me with silent treatment
It’s a long way from Oklahoma to anywhere

If I’m not losing you I must be losing touch
I know this much

If I’m not fading away I must be out of my head
the vibe we had is dead, it’s what you never said

I had a question for every white line
The highway wouldn’t let me ask
You put a forcefield around my voicebox, so we just sat

If I’m not losing you I must be losing my mind
You hear this all the time
If I’m not fading away it must be opposite day
The fog I see right through ,but where are you?

‘Cause I, I’m not crazy
And I’m not out of my mind
I’m not crazy
And I’m not out of my mind