The Color of Whiskey

{saloon field recordings, clinking glasses,

distant chatter, slow

fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro} (ahhhh) Pour another glass

of that amber glow

Watching the steady, quiet river flow

There's a warmth in the bottle

that keeps me whole

While the cold wind outside takes its toll

Oh, the color of whiskey

in the fading light

Is the only thing

keeping me warm tonight

A golden comfort

when the world goes cold

An ancient story that is never told (mmmmm)

Time moves slow

in this wooden chair

Just the smell of sweet malt in the air

Every sip is a memory

of what we had Back when the good far outweighed the bad

{sorrowful string trio solo,

weeping violin,

viola and cello, warm synthesizer swell backing}

Oh, the color of whiskey

in the fading light

Is the only thing

keeping me warm tonight

A golden comfort when the world goes cold

An ancient story that is never told

Just the glass and the gold (ahhhh) {saloon field recordings fade back

in, soft acoustic guitar fadeout}