Pour me a glass,
Whiskey that cuts straight to the chest.
I've seen brighter days, I've played better hands.
If I could just wash my hands...
I would.
Let me tell you one thing that my old man burnt into me.
"Once you've earned your first scotch
you never let that glass go empty."
Bartender, save me your gospel.
Show an old man respect,
You know I've at least earned that,
Show me no end to this glass.
There is no end.
His head hung low at the bar,
the same town that had driven him out.
A light slipped in through the door,
the young man who stood by the shore.
Without your grip on the sails,
two sons have fell to the wayside.
You can't take back what you've done,
Lord knows what we have become,
rewind, rewind, rewind...
(It takes a good man to say
that he's meant for much better things,
but it takes a real man to stay
and raise the town to follow him.
Yes, I've made that mistake,
and I regret it every single day.
But now, I can listen and pour you some drinks,)
A sanctuary of fools.
The congregation of drunkards.
And as the bar stools groaned,
the counter served as a pulpit;
"Where have you been all these years?"
"I've been chasing storms for far too long."
"The house you've built lies in ruin."
"Son, I built YOU as its foundation"
"Your home was raised on the sand."
"So if it fell it had a safe place to land."
"I mistook your love for salvation"
"I've taken yours with me every place I can."