Sanctuary

That place that wreaks havoc cigarette boxes lying on the floor Drowning in angst - your place call it home, call it sanctuary Call it whatever - tell it to the bartender Who's pouring another whiskey in your honor You're the one that's on top tonight - lovin' life With your ripped denim jeans and smoke-stained leather Pour me another! you say so you could get back on The motorcycle to heaven and never slow down