She'd beg me let her out of her skin
Help her dress in something different
Slip into something more comfortable that
Didn't expose all the stains on her soul
Now I'm choking on words that I can't hear
Hoping the sun rises somewhere near
Cause I want to cast shadows all over those years
And forget where I'd been, after she came in
Pour another glass, light another cigarette
Raise a toast to those who couldn't quite make it
Another year older, and swollen with regret
Wasting away days, that the memories might fade
But what's the difference 'tween the taste of
Whiskey or a gun on the tongue
Just that I've learned in my time on the run
There's no better place to stay than gone far away.
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