When You're Sober

You’re running low on whiskey
While I’m running low on faith.
I can’t take much more,
And you can read it on my face.
I know you’re staring through me,
I can see it in your gaze,
Fixed on the crack in the mirror.
We all get replaced.

Now you’re down to your last drag,
And I’m hanging around.
I should be heading back,
But I can’t turn around.
It’s like the door has vanished,
And I’m not even panicked.
Let’s go back to bed
And pick up with what we’re good at.

We’ll talk this over when you’re sober,
When I let you in, when I can breathe again.
We’ll talk about it later when something starts making sense.
So turn the lights out,
And hide beneath the covers,
And hang onto each other,
And leave this place.


Dreams are hard to follow
And bottles always break.
Can I ask you for a favor
That’s not just for a rainy day?
I need to be saved anyway.

We can help each other--
Give and then take.
Welcome mistakes
And risk another heartbreak.

But we’ll talk about it later when the glass hits the table
And the headaches have passed
And the dizziness is stable.
So turn the lights out,
And hide beneath the covers,
And hang onto each other,
And leave this place.

Laying in the lazy afternoon’s sun light,
Staring back into your Laguna eyes.
I think we found the answer.
It came as really no surprise.

The bottle is in the trash.
And my heart’s not so cold.
The boy and girl will last.
So the story is told.

No wonderland, no fantasy.
No kingdom, just you and me.

So turn the lights out.
And hide beneath the covers.
And hang onto each other.
And leave this place.

The crack in the mirror
Just meant that it needed replaced.
What do you say?

But we’ll talk this over when you’re sober.