Sober Stories

(yeah) Rain hitting the glass,

I'm watching the hours go by

Another day in this room,

never asking why

We built a kingdom on promises made of sand

Now I'm standing alone with a cold glass in my hand

And the rain keeps falling on down

In this empty, quiet town

Nothing left to say

(nothing left, no)

Found a letter you left behind the wooden frame

Dusty edges, but it still spells out my name

Funny how the smallest things bring back the weight

Of every word we said when it was far too late (too

late)

And the rain keeps falling on down

In this empty, quiet town

Nothing left to say

(nothing left, no)

Just the static on the radio

Nowhere left for us to

go (hmmm)