Whiskey Dream

Severance pay
From a penance collection plate
Every look in their eye
Burns a goddam hole in your sky
And are these lovers all lost
Like an inverted Pentecost?
These silver tongues of fire
Preaching to a solipsistic choir

Well pour me another cause I've never known when to quit
Always testing my limits
While questioning whether I still got it
Fill up my cup with the stuff that sings something serene
And if you could watch over me now
I'll slip away in a whiskey dream

I'm a sandbagging champ
Losing spark like an unbiased amp
Like Quixote I'm stubborn and proud
Fighting windmills and thinking out loud
I get in my own way
A front seat to Judgment Day
If it all comes so easily
Gotta make it hard for authenticity

So pour me another cause I've never known when to quit
Always testing my limits
While questioning whether I still got it
Fill up my cup with the stuff that sings something serene
And if you could watch over me now
I'll slip away in a whiskey dream
If you could watch over me now
I'll slip away...



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Wade
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