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.