We were driving home on these icy New England roads. When I lost control, or let the booze take over, I don’t know. But I woke up alone, under pale white light, In the unmistakable bed of a hospital.
I need a drink now every night to help me fall asleep Or stay awake or so my hands don’t shake. And these pins in my leg, how they ache, Remind me every day that I can’t help my son.
‘Cause I’m a God fearing man but now I swear I can feel the devil’s hands At the bottom of this bottle and with every sip I take he crawls down my throat.
For every song I’ve sung in tired blown out lungs, And every friend I’ve lost to broken bonds of trust: I’m sorry.
I need a drink now every night to help me fall asleep Or stay awake or so my hands don’t shake. And these pins in my leg, how they ache, Remind me every day of what to tell my son: “Just live… have hope…”