Jameson (feat. Lyle Divinsky & Josh Schwartz)

Well I hold my Jameson Yes I hold her sweetly Lord I'm holding on for dear life And its cold and its snowing Down on 18th Street Don't you know that Chelsea's got me down I crossed all my T's I counted my lucky stars Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore There's a beauty in the darkness In New York City Ain't no lights on in Brooklyn tonight Because you're gone and I'm smoking on Midnight Special Almost got back onto my feet I crossed all my T's I counted my lucky stars Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore Well my faith in religion Is ever-changing I don't see God running these streets Because the questions became answers Now the sinners are saints I just want to know when the truth turned to lies I crossed all my T's I counted my lucky stars Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore I crossed all my T's I counted my lucky stars Oh lord I ain't coming around anymore