they say that angels gather here, funny never thought i'd see you

so shortly after my father died i grabbed one up that i was ten years senior and jumped on a southern train
no direction ahead or position behind
the wind at my back but not in my sails
they seem to sag in a hurricane
i seem to slack without a blur in my brain
these are the burns and the pains
this is where the color turns to a stain
who would have thought?
i'm still me 5000 miles away
take it to the face
on the chin
to the limit
give it
shit call it quits
no more pictures on the piano or time to walk whiskey the long way home
that boy look like he been crying
nothing to raise his glass to
i've been a bartender my whole life but i don't do much talking nowadays
you'll never go anywhere
you'll never make a home for yourself
you'll never make any money
i love you too woman
i remember once i came back and things were good but never again
i can't wait for your funeral
it's all the same in cement
it's all rain and the smell of the downtrodden
it's picture perfect impersonations of passing on
my goodbyes are never that good or long
how could i be so easy?
i don't think i'm capable of being the man you expect of me
if what u wanted honestly was to get a better part of me
you should have gotten me a lobotomy
desperately trying to stop before i give in to the strength of the current
amber lynn
where have you been?
her affections are a tropical storm that took me by surprise so often on a weekday night
but they are not all such good stories here
if you want me miserable just say you still love me
if you still hate me you're still thinkin of me