The Long Walk Home

Standin' in the Winter streets

The wind, it bites my skin

So I disappear into my coat and start to walk again

The street lamp lights look like the sun

Shown faintly through the snow

I follow them like breadcrumbs hoping they will lead me home

I cross a bridge and look on down

The river's frozen still

I can feel my destination closer

Somewhere past that hill

The cars pass by like comets

Splash their tails of slush on me

I never thought this journey'd be so hard

Although I knew it wouldn't be easy

A man strides by and tips his hat

As if to say hello

All I could think to myself is

How did I ever get so low

I step into a bar and order whiskey on the rocks

The ice melts from my head and

Runs right down to my socks

The women dance

There's a false romance

On the faces in the crowd

I have to leave my ears they ring

The music is so loud

I freeze again, but I feel so numb

The whiskey did the trick

My stomach churns

My chest it burns

I'm starting to feel sick

I stumble on and hum a song

I learned when I was young

About a man falsely accused

But somehow still was hung

I see the churches steeple

Like a high and mighty sign

It seems to help me rest assured

I just don't mind dying

I sit down on the roadside

Take a load off of my feet

And contemplate my yesterdays

And softly pass asleep