Lyrics

Whiskey Before Breakfast

Oh the smell of burned coffee and stale cigarettes
Hangs in the air like some bad morning breath
Sometimes whiskey before breakfast is all that is left
For a heart that’s sinkin’ like stone

If dreams were a friend and the sky were desire
I’d be on my way I’d walk the fine wire
But how far is too far to fall when you’re down
Sometimes there just ain’t no friends to be found

When the pale winds blow
Or the dark nights cut to the bone
When the pale winds blow
Or the dark nights cut to the bone

Oh the mountains they whisper soft in my head
Through the backdoor of memory I’ve made my own bed
I can’t really tell if I’m alive or I’m dead
But we all have to live with the facts

It’s a dangerous dance that we do on our own
Between darkness and light we may find a good home
But things can get lost like a rhyme with no poem
And it hurts to just to think about that

When the pale winds blow
Or the dark nights cut to the bone
When the pale winds blow
Or the dark nights cut to the bone

Oh the whiskey gets warm as it sits in the sun
As each thread of a life comes slowly undone
Sometimes whiskey before breakfast is all that is left
For a heart that’s sinkin’ like stone