Truth By Far
Drinking my way to my grave
Pretty scarlet eyes singing me away
My barrel of wants, my needs
So kindly my morning disappears
My trashcan of wonders and fears
I thought I’d be the seventh son
I settled for being the youngest of nine
I thought I’d treat you right
I found myself within a strangers eyes
I sob and I sing songs
But I won’t pick up the telephone
I lay awake all night, I left my days
I sat up all day I left my nights
I had no where else to go
No where else to be
I was sleepless in June
I’ll be sleepless in July
I’ve been here all day
I’ll be here all night
This evening I’ll have more to say
If tomorrow doesn’t see me first
Every one’s a mystery
Until you get to know them
I’m not the man you wished I were
I’m growing ale
I just want to sail
Once the sun gets in your skin
You’re never coming back to her
I never ask for any of this
I leave it to the wind
To shelter my soul
But the wind only holds
A widows son
I never wanted war
I walk yellow lines gracefully
Will there ever be a place for me
Left my patience on a Saturday sun
I find peace within your voice
No where left for my words to run
I’ve been here all day
I’ll be here all night
This evening I’ll have more to say
If tomorrow doesn’t see me first
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