**** this place.
Pour my whiskey tall and strong.
It's such a race in this fall.
How long... I ask how long

Running with no direction.
Reluctant to change my ways.
Everyone has their misconceptions.
These days... I'm in such a daze.

This place, **** it.
Whiskey burns my tongue.
I'm involuntarily lost, I admit. Still, no one learns.
So young... She was just so young.

Yesterday here, this place a dream.
Why can't she be...?
Her smell, hair...
What does it all mean? Don't you remember the day on my knee?

The smile on your face disappeared all too quick.
Ripped away, from the evil growing inside.
You... You became sick...
But on that day... we both died...

And so I dream, I can only dream....
Just us, running about through the fields of grass.
And your face, yes your face... a beautiful sunshine agleam.
The past... How I long for this to last..

But I know it all too well, this feeling will pass-- and I will wake to find my bed empty once again...