Slender wet branches and mist on the skyline

I'm trying to find a way home.

Grey hazy mornings create such a fine line

'Tween lonely and being alone.

Freedom was something we played.

You played a waiting game,

I wait and I stay.

You know what I want

And you know what I'd like to say

Wandering in the morning 

And dragging this wing.

And I take my joy with me wherever I roam

It does a good thing when the going goes so

Slow down, do you think you could lose?

Lost in the whiskey, and reeking of blues.



I was a child, in light of time passing,

And you played the bosom so warm.

You don't give love freely

It's not for the asking

But glorious trading of charm.

And I never loved no one the way I do you

Caught in a dream, divided by two,

Enter a morning and enter it blue

Lost in the whiskey and thinking of you.