Quartermaster

Gentlemen, swords and pistols Heading off to war whistling Soft goodbyes for their wives In advance, I hope you write She was the fairest of them all Now I'm left with her ghost Hauntin' me in the morning hours Early May, I brought you flowers At the sink staring off Coffee in me is wearing off Such a cruel realization The plans we made won't come to fruition Used to sleep right through the storms Just whiskey and me out on the porch Looking out into this darkness And the canvas of your face my darling The things he'd give just to relive The older days of his younger years And maybe, maybe get the chance He was quartermaster of the past Came to warn of time, running out, he said "Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath" 'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest Under, under the gravestone Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm I used to walk these streets Now seem distant to me Stayed up all night Like the bottle and glass, I'm empty Even though it maybe temporary I'd like to see your eyes and envy Every second we've ever shared And oh these walls could talk But they're casting shadows at once Songs of my ache and burden That flew to the furnace The furnace The things he'd give just to relive The older days of his younger years And maybe, maybe get the chance He was quartermaster of the past Came to warn of time, running out, he said "Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath" 'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest Under, under the gravestone Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm