I used to be your favorite drunk Good for one more laugh Then we both ran out of luck Luck was all we ever had You put on a uniform To fight the Civil War You looked so good I didn’t care What side you’re fighting for
It wasn’t all that easy When you up and walked away But I’ll save that little story For another rainy day I know the burden’s heavy As you wheel it through the night Some people say it’s empty But that don’t mean it’s light
You left me with the dishes And a baby in the bath You’re tight with the militias You wear their camouflage You always said we’re equal So let me march with you Just an extra in the sequel To the old red white and blue
Baby don’t ignore me We were smokers we were friends Forget that tired story Of betrayal and revenge I see the Ghost of Culture With numbers on his wrist Salute some new conclusion Which all of us have missed
I cried for you this morning And I’ll cry for you again But I’m not in charge of sorrow So please don’t ask me when There may be wine and roses And magnums of champagne But we’ll never no we’ll never Ever be that drunk again
The party’s over But I’ve landed on my feet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street