The Process

It’s the distance in the overall feel
The missed hints in her eyes that steal
Your heart every time
You’re losing your mind
Take your time figure out your life
If it’s meant to be you’ll see one night
The moon is alive
For the very first time
Where do we call when the whiskey’s gone
And who do I tell when I’m all alone
My minds been telling me I should walk away
But my hearts making mistakes
Colding the ground reminds you how
Little times left to talk about
The pain in her heart
Dear don’t you start
Honestly on a candle lit porch
Honestly I don’t think there’s more about
There than than you
So there your truth
Where do we call when the whiskey’s gone
And who do I tell when I’m all alone
My minds been telling me to walk away
But my hearts making mistakes
Sit around this house like a prison sentence
Staring at the phone with a widow intent
I’m waiting for the dead
To be contacted
Mistakes are made and lines are drawn
Comes a day to put down your guns
Well not today
I won’t walk away
Where do we call when the whiskey’s gone
And who do I tell when I’m all alone
My minds been telling me to walk away
But my hearts making mistakes
But my hearts making mistakes