Drink and Conversation.

I'm like my father in the way our silence works
in dealing with the women in our lives.
I'm like him in more ways than this, but
this is the most notable.
I'm not too like my mother, except in looks and stubbornness.
I'm okay with this.

I will say I have it in me.
It is stronger than the Irish Whiskey
that's been running through me since birth.
I have bits & pieces of them and I see it sometimes.
They are fighters though, that's the real difference.
My laziness will kill me.
I've never needed too much more than
a handle of dirty
(or 20 of Busch Light bottles)
((or the 4 liter of Carlos Rossi, 13%))
and a nice person to talk to about it all.
That's really all I've ever wanted to make me happy.

That,
and maybe doing it in a different place every once in awhile.
I guess that's sad.
I don't remember what I liked before that.
I can fumble around on the board
or with the pen
to seem like I have some drive.
But Mom & Dad,
it's really the bottle and conversation I want.
It makes it come out easier.
It makes life easier to take.
On my back, drunk and talking about the clouds with her.

The Wine Of The Road

3 hours at home after a week on the road
and I'm ready to do it all again.
Keeping my bag packed and plan set
Keeping life just distant enough so it can't touch me.
Keeping the irish whiskey in my veins.
Upstate New York good god let's fucking do it.
Move on, over and out.
I am drunk off the wine of the road.
The couches they've been good, yes,
the guest beds and beds shared, yes,
drunk off all of this and still drinking, yes.
The memories are fading,
living isn't TOO too hard
and Avah is here.
I hear her name blow in from the south
on the cold wind as it whips by my ex-lovers house.
Where is she tonight?
Where did it go?
Is life good yet, or did The Aeroplane crash into The Sea?
They don't get it, they never have or will.
The road brings me closer to you
The wine brings you closer to me.
2 bodies fumbling, fighting for a feeling.
"We can get it back!"

You and me, you crazy horse, we're going places.
We're gonna do it all over again.