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