One I was younger than The youngest of fragile minds I ate the day with bad manners Then spit out the rind And mother told me As I looked to the sky
I took so many roads to find you Full of dead ends and one way streets It took some luck just to get near you I like to believe it was destiny Come
This place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whiskey and barstools still standing concussion headache from blissful evening of confusion
if i thought for just one second that i could get away with it i'd make a bid for the foundry and save this sinking ship a friend was downtown to protest
I've been back now for a day or two, at best and i'm punishing myself for taking the rest i've been in slumber and in splendor in my house with beer
In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers. In the days when lands were few. Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny morn. The sweetest
Times have changed and the change of time's slow going my ramble tamble's still in tact and I've got plenty guts still showing all along the levy where
A train sounds off with whistle blowing Lighthouse horn sounds early warning Clean cool air with stars out shining Overcoat and whiskey drinking Hands
good intentions shattered by conventions traditionalized and bland with boredom searched over and feared of hatred is the cursed habit of the hardest
Well we're all gone good-bye see you so long And you're so young and glad to see us move on When the day's long and the moon just stares you down notice
Well I've been to town down every road and back Drank all the pubs bone-dry in seconds flat Been to holes in walls and bathroom stalls from the states
Temptation, illusion The visions that keep you up all night Nightmares in color And daydreams in dull black and white Everyone's staring at you They'
Our heads are cracked and our skin is peeling And blood is splattered on the ceiling These awful looks seem so funny Run along now sonny What are we
Off all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one I may remember only the last, as it's the interval you won I've thought about it and I just
Come On!
i'm going to find myself some brand new lungs because these ones are black and tired i'll use them well and mind my health and think nothing but good
Only passing thoughts of times long gone, tonight 9000 miles away I hear your songs, but I - I seek the comfort of the bottle and then I let my mind
The first time I met you was up on the hill with tequilla on Tuesday and roses in well You gave me a kiss As strong as the winds That swirl through the
