“The Whiskey”

City lights, driving gas out of my car.
Somewhere tonight you're jumping bars.
I try like hell to clear my head.
You try like hell to drown yours instead.

Oh, but if it's the whiskey my darling, that makes you feel love.
Oh, and it's the whiskey my lover that makes you feel tough...
far be it from me, or anyone, to take that away.

The cracks in the sidewalks, wearing holes out in my shoes.
You’re chasing them down, messed up and abused.
Still I get by, cause oh Lord I try.
Still you get high, but oh Lord, I tried.