Smoky Stumble
(ahhhh) Spilled black coffee
on the morning news
Missed my train
in wet leather shoes
Clock on the wall
was mocking every stride
Nowhere left
for a tired man to hide (mm-mm)
Some days just wear you
down to the bone
Heavy in your chest
all the way back home
Pour a little rye,
let the needle spin slow
Wash away the miles
only tired hearts know
Pockets full of pennies
and overdue demands
Too many hours
slipping through my hands
The streetlamps flicker
on the wet avenue
Just trying to drag myself
back to you (yeah)
Some days just wear you
down to the bone
Heavy in your chest
all the way back home
Pour a little rye,
let the needle spin slow
Wash away the miles
only tired hearts know (wash it clean)
Close the front door...
Turn down the lamp...
(mm-mm,
tough
day)