I used to be your favorite drunk Good for one more laugh Then we both ran out of luck Luck was all we ever had You put on a uniform To fight the Civil War You looked so good I didnt care What side youre fighting for Wasnt all that easy When you upped and walked away But Ill save that little story For another rainy day I know the burdens heavy As you will it through the night Some people say its empty But that dont mean its light You left me with the dishes And a baby in the bath You’re tight with the militias You wear their camouflage You always said were equal So let me march with you Just an extra in the sequel To the old red-white-and-blue Baby dont ignore me We were smokers, we were friends Forget that tired story Of betrayal and revenge I see the ghost of culture With numbers on his wrist Salutes some new conclusion That all of us have missed I cried for you this morning And I’ll cry for you again But I’m not in charge of sorrow So please don’t ask me when There may be wine and roses And magnums of champagne But well never know Well never ever be that drunk again The partys over But Ive landed on my feet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street So let’s drink to when it’s over And let’s drink to when we meet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street https://youtube/watch?v=7gPTwrFYzxY
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 17:02:32 +0000
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