Days are hard, and I’ve added a couple scars
But I swear that I’ll be home in due time
‘Cause I’m away for work when I should be holding her
But I guess I’s built to stubborn for this life
I can see her in the yard screaming, “Damn that old guitar
If you want me, boy, you’d better get here fast”
But the more that I skip town, the more that I find out
This body of mine wasn’t made to last
If I was there, I’d let you know that the love I got is whole
And it’s all right here if you just take my hand
Then we dance through the lawn, drinking whiskey till we fall
But clearly God, He had different plans
‘Cause I’m too drunk for you and I’m too strung out for me
So I guess now I’m my own worst enemy
From the body that I bleed to the bar smoke air I breathe
Well, I promise you I’ll be back in due time
Torn and withdrawn, every thought I have feels wrong
Where do I go when I cannot find faith?
I’m all out of dreams and I ain’t heard you speak in weeks
Well, I need you now more than I need me
Just like the boards beneath my feet held by trust do shift and creak
Well, I’ve lost my time, and days have made me weak
‘Cause I’m too drunk for you and I’m too strung out for me
So I guess now I’m my own worst enemy
From the body that I bleed to the bar smoke air I breathe
I promise you I’ll be back in due time
One, two, three, four
‘Cause I’m too drunk for you and I’m too strung out for me
So I guess now I’m my own worst enemy
From the body that I bleed to the bar smoke air I breathe
Well, I promise you I’ll be back in due time
Other lyrics by Sam Barber:
76
Do you remember riding the back roads at 76? We’d sneak home late, you could still smell the Jack on my lips Couple of young, dumb, broke-ass east-end kids And if …
All For You
I heard you’ve worked up a thousand reasons Bright red dead head worse than a lesion I’d memorize every scar across your skin You say save grace through the …
Bet On My Ghost
Well, I often think about my wings and if I’m dead or alive ‘Cause the world just seems like an empty dream, they say that it gets better with time Every word …
Better Year
If it’s late and you hear me calling tonight But I ain’t right there and you’re wondering why I’ve made my way to the severed seas Where the sun …
Borrowed Time
Achy hands, I wake up just to find This ain’t a one-way frozen street, we’re on borrowed time Even the thoughts that we hold dear still live and die See, …