Maybe tomorrow I'll get back on my feet And find a way to let go of what we used to be

But tonight, it's me and the rain With the whiskey and the hurt, keep calling my name

I'm singing, drinking whiskey on the poor. Watching the thunder roll.

Trying to figure out the love that never was And all the pieces we never did

The stars are all gone, but I'm still here With the storm brewing in my soul

And the fire burning low I used to think love was forever

Never breaking apart, I learned the hard way But sometimes I'm just scared

Now every time I hear the way I hear your voice It ain't the same

It ain't the same, I got no choice I'm sitting here drinking whiskey on the porch

Watching the thunder roll in

I got a half empty bottle of whiskey in my hand Think about the woman that just don't understand

She left me with memory of a cold goodbye A heart that'd been hurt too much