Thoughts From A Whisky Soaked Mind

There’s an old man in the corner

His tuberculosis starts to rattle

A young man is laughing, and talking

About visiting some friends up in Seattle

I’m sitting here wondering why the f**k,

I’m listening to these people

Some nights it’s fun to see how far

I can push my luck

But other nights it’s good

To just leave him alone

And see how well he can do on his own

I’m lit up like a Christmas tree

This night is mocking

And the air is insulting

And it looks like the jokes on me

I got an empty bottle and a dream

I guess they’re worth about the same

Singapore slinging my way to the jukebox

The night moves, but this ain’t no Bobby Seger tune

It moves to consume

It moves to devour

I’m arguing with my demons

With their cemetery blues

Used to be on easy street,

But I hit the wrong avenue

I order up another, hell

Make it a double

Elbows on the counter

I’m sitting here thinking, well,

You know what they say

We can spend our whole lives

Trying to forget the one that got away

So, let me take you on a little

Inebriational journey,

Of love and loss and one too many

Of bar bands and bar fights and

Doing our best to consume the night

I'm holding my heart like this bottle

It's on my sleeve, for the world to see

I ain't hiding, no

Not tonight