They say a wild women burnt my soul.
coughed up ashes.
raised by a whiskey bottle and a pair
of loaded dice to roll.
She showed me the blues at thirteen.
Took me by the hand.
Said boy this lifes a party and this one
beats anything your young eyes have ever seen.
And so the taste was made and a cure i
havent found yet.
The best of the worst my sweetest regret.
Life as a party is a vision of night.
We find more answers unasked.
Then in the moment of a fight.
Back alleys and the quick fix.
The redlight reason.
And the devils bag of tricks.
Snake eyes and your last dime.
A slow trains exit.
A suitcase of soul with a empty wallet full of time.
Half a pint of happiness a empty bottle of blues.
The road is a quest.
The path yours to choose.
Texas heat to a New York chill.
Neon cast memories a loner's existance.
And a thirst I can never fulfill.
Chords echo softley a vast reflection in rhyme.
Ive gotta empty bottle for a heart.
And a wallet full of time.