Trunks & Tales
Trunks & Tales - Lifelines lyrics
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This house is filled to the rafters with booze Night's like this it's too bad we don't drink I'm heading east to the land of my kin Where they subsist on petroleum and ink Yes I'm still banging on these same six strings Still strumming this shit guitar I've learned four more since the day you walked out But I'll keep playing these same four chords And her tears, they tasted like gin When I asked if she'd ever desert him She laid in my bed, clasped both my hands And said "No, I could never desert him But tonight, I'll just forget him" So I sit on this front porch Smoking these cigarettes I've had nine or ten this past hour My friends, they yell out, "Come back inside" They were gonna sing that song about dogwood flowers And the coffee is rich, it flows thick like mud And it makes me feel like home I'll always go back to that porch with my friends So I don't have to smoke cigarettes alone But in the end we all die alone Cause in the end we all die alone