Eddie Arnold At Two Am

My fingertips are black now From the picture in the obituary It brings me back To the day before thanksgiving And I'm sorry that I wasn't there at the end My cowardice runs deep enough To hit my bones This town isn't big enough To hold all of my ghosts So lets spend tonight Singing along to warped 45's My sins would kill you If you were still alive I used to have these secrets They ate me up inside Now we're out in the open A pale fires replaced my bright eyes And I'm sorry that I wasn't there at the end It all ends in tears anyway