| There’s a storm brewing out on the open sea
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| Sweeping its way here to you and me
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| But all the lights are out and the streets are dark
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| And there’s a soul without a fire trying to find a spark
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| And this heartbreak season it’s leaving its mark on me
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| But it doesn’t have to be that way
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| It’s not the way that it has to be
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| It’s coming over the walls and I’m drowning in it can’t you see
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| It’s not the way that it has to be
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| Doesn’t have to be that way
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| Black night sitting heavy all around
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| I got a mind full of heartaches and hand me downs
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| I got a freight train screaming inside my head
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| That says you can’t find love in a stranger’s bed
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| And my mouth is full of all the words that I wish I had said
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| It’s so much harder now
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| That the blues skies have gone away
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| I wish I had just one more day
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| Whiskey like water flowing down a drain
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| And I’m wasted as a candle in a hurricane
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| But you can’t stop something that’s this far gone
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| Goodbyes are easier than I was wrongs
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| And suicide ain’t a matter of degree |