You left and I stayed, here, same place, same time, lonely.
I admit it, even when I’m smiling, and I say I’m OK,
I ain’t moving on, I see time flowing and the dust floating.
I wasn’t expecting you leaving, I surely wasn’t
because I believed everything was more than perfect,
but that’s the irony of life after all, unexpected surprises.
People ask me, including you, how am I taking it,
well, how am I suppose to? there’s only one way,
I’m taking it with good music and awful whiskey,
because that’s the best company I could get,
and since I ain’t going anywhere, I better keep me entertained.
cause this life ain’t stopping, surely ain’t waiting for me,
so I’m trying to heal faster, and what’s a better healer
than good music and awful whiskey?
music for the heart, and whiskey for the head,
nothing better, nothings else
for times where only ending’s left.