Now there's the sound of your wounds you keep tryin' ta' keep hid
there's the sound your dreams make....hittin' the skids
mile marker countdowns and the rooms where we grieve
where we all meet for a moment...and try to believe
CHORUS:
Barstools and baggage
happy hour language
hey, look in the mirror
Everyone i know
has gotta debtor soul.....in here
when the well of good luck has long given out
It's as dry as an East Texas drought
string it together, kid, all your bailing wire dreams
and those wasted, rusted-out-might-have-beens
the picture's fallin' out of focus again
and that faded background yer standing in
and the morning resolutions you swore would see you through
they're all a dusty shambles & crumbled by high noon
fillin' up the spaces with empty lies
tryin' not to over romanticize
you and me babe; we can get through this
little prayer whispered through a whisky kiss
When guard rail emotions, they won't ever bear the load
guitars sleep in cases after the show
'Tween Heaven and hell and sittin' on the fence
I've been haunted by 'em both ever since
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