Another shot of whiskey and I can’t stop looking at the door
Friend is a word, that is often never heard.
It may be said, but the meaning is dead.
If I could just ask, for one simple task.
I’d restore the meaning, and give friend a cleaning.
It would be loving, caring, not shoving.
Take it how you want, but I’m not here to flaunt.
I do not use a friend, I’d rather try to mend,
the problems that we’ve had, instead of being mad.
But I’m feeling alone, with no one on the phone.
Who else wants this, a simple friendly bliss?
One last thing I beg you please just before you go
I’ve watched you fly on paper wings halfway around the world
Until they burned up in the atmosphere and sent you spiraling down
landing somewhere far from here with no one else around
to catch you falling down
and I’m looking at you now
and I can’t tell if you’re laughing
between each smile there’s a tear in your eye
there’s a train leaving town in an hour
it’s not waiting for you, and neither am I
“Swing for the fences, son” he must have told you once
but that was a conversation you took nothing from
so raise your glass now, lets celebrate exactly what you’ve done
just put off another day of knowing where you’re from
you can catch up with yourself if you run…
and I can’t tell if you’re laughing
between each smile there’s a tear in your eye
there’s a train leaving town in an hour
it’s not waiting for you, and neither am I
is this the life that you lead,
or the life that’s lead for you?
will you take the road that’s been laid out before you?
will we cross paths somewhere else tonight?
somewhere else tonight…
and I can’t tell if you’re laughing
between each smile there’s a tear in your eye
there’s a train leaving town in an hour
it’s not waiting for you, and neither am I
