Barstools

Saturday night is alive and well,

With whiskey words, and cheap hotels,

In this,

Postcard town.

The church doors open in the morning light,

But it’s still dark under neon skies,

Around here.

Maybe salvation ain’t that far away,

But it’s far from Heaven,

In this kind of place…

I’ve been talking to God on barstools,

Prayin’ the Lord won’t take me,

Drownin’ sins in the whiskey.

Baptized in the water,

That only burns like Hell,

For liars, and cheaters, and only lonely fools,

Just sittin’ here, talkin’ to God on barstools.

The smell of wine, and cheap perfume,

Fill the air of an empty room,

While we, were sitting there.

Red wine lips are preachin’ to me,

A sermon wrote on a hotel key,

For us, to share.

Maybe salvation ain’t what this is for,

Tucked between the pages of the Bible in the drawer…

I’ve been talking to God on barstools,

Prayin’ the Lord won’t take me,

Drownin’ sins in the whiskey.

Baptized in the water,

That only burns like Hell,

For liars, and cheaters, and only lonely fools,

Just sittin’ here, talkin’ to God on barstools.

How much longer can I keep runnin’ chances,

Before it’s my time to pass.

Liquor, love, and lonely only dances,

At the bottom of every empty glass…

I’ve been talking to God on barstools,

Prayin’ the Lord won’t take me,

Drownin’ sins in the whiskey.

Baptized in the water,

That only burns like Hell,

For liars, and cheaters, and only lonely fools,

Just sittin’ here, talkin’ to God on barstools.