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.
