From the recording The Curtain is Drawn

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Lyrics

The storm clouds cradled his heart so gently
Emotions in grayscale, eyes glued to the botched sale
Spent so late in days recollecting
The path of the hero, the options the near close

I had a son who was seventeen
He don’t speak to me
On account of the strangled last cry that he breathed

We all lose our breath or we quit eventually
The days as they wear us do fly by so careless
They’ll take the green dress and that gentle farmstead
I worked for the future, but it was taken and I knew it

I had a girl who was meant for me
And dammit I meant to get clean
I think of her as much as she don’t think of me
And I don’t blame the world if I’m mean

Because I had a dream that I had a dream
And goddammit I meant to get clean
If I could stop dreaming of what could’ve been
Then maybe I could stay the drink

But I traded my present for future and past
To bulk up my nest eggs and cover my tracks
But I don’t get a second chance
And I don’t want it back

The stars in the sky hum of ancient endings
Of less known beginnings, of God’s filthy winnings
It batters my eyes and my ears keep ringing
It could be fair and lovely but I don’t know and it gets to me
All of your melodies end up here
They burn on our tongues when you speak
In our final cry you can hear them so clear
We’ll sing out your stories then sleep

But I traded my present for future and past
To bulk up my nest eggs and cover my tracks
But I don’t get a second chance
And I don’t want it back

But I lived through the dyingest days
Regret the mistakes that I’ve made
Don’t hope for being saved
Accept what’s become of me and wait to go black