One More Lonely Song

Tell me tales of troubadours, and kick me out that door

My boots have left the floor

I’ll still use the same four chords

And I hit the road late that evening

You won’t see me anymore

Tell me how to write a song that’s been wrote a thousand times

Something special off my mind

About the memories intertwined

Between the sorrow and good greetings

Scattered down the line

I can’t romanticize the way that I’d be shot down

Cause every hero in my songbook is 6 feet underground

It’s good to learn to from those done wrong

But still collect the tools to write

One more lonely song

Do you have to go to Dublin, to learn to sing the blues?

Learn how to walk with flying shoes?

The Grievous Angel’s on the loose

The paths been made for me to follow

It’s what I’m meant to do

The last train leaves for Austin, in the dead of night

I won’t lose the will to fight

So grab the reigns and hold on tight

They say this trains bound for glory

Whats left to do but fly

I can’t romanticize the way that I’d be shot down

Cause every hero in my songbook is 6 feet underground

It’s good to learn to from those done wrong

But still collect the tools to write

One more lonely song