Whiskeyboots

Yeah, the drinks were cheap
But that's no excuse
For stumbling home, Whiskeyboots
Dropping the keys
The apartment is dark
And all that Maker's is finding its mark
And you've gotta find someone to believe in

The subway platform
Was hollow and damp
The conductor waved as you went down the ramp
Another late-night denizen
Bathed in the light
Of fluorescents flickering, sepulchral and white
And you've gotta find someone to believe in

Where will you go with your heretic heart?
Settle down, happy enough, if you're smart
But where is the joy in "happy enough"?
And for this you square off, you walk like you're tough
You've gotta find someone to believe in

This and that
And them and those
Well, it's some kind of life, I suppose
But one of these days
You're gonna do
Something dangerous
You know it's true
You've gotta find someone to believe in

What will you do with your apostate soul
When three a.m. opens and swallows you whole?
Your feet scraping out a familiar tattoo on the sidewalk
Your foolish face to the wind
And you gotta find someone to believe in

Oh yeah, the drinks were cheap
But that's no excuse
For stumbling home, Whiskeyboots
You've gotta find someone to believe in
You've gotta find someone to believe in