Wind blows its way right through my senses All my thoughts have but slowly disappeared One more large smoky glass of cheap whisky One more sad lonely night that you're not here.
Loneliness set in as the door quickly closed Using the back door now and keeping that one shut It will stay like that until ever you come back But I've a notion now that it will stay put.
Old sore wounds that somehow resurfaced Caused a bitter rift long forgotten to return And the memories and the tears from the last time Hit the heart, exploded and then burned.
So I sit trying to write and supping whisky As I wait to hear your key in the front door I hope with all my heart that you'll forgive me I can't bear to be alone here any more.
The wind is getting stronger now and I thought I heard the latch But it was just some fighting creatures out in the dark So I'll wait as I do each night with my whisky and my pen Sitting here and waking up with the sound of the lark.