Cans in the sink, empty cause we drank the booze
Not that it’s right, it’s just how we choose
How we decide, how we still appropriate
The memories we recall or decide to relegate.
There’s something here, I smell it in the air
I keep taking it in, even though I’m not there.
And it’s taking me back to a place that I was,
I made a decision, just because.
So I’m changing my tune, ‘bout halfway through
The timing ain’t right, and the melody’s blue.
You can sing lead, and I’ll stomp with both heels,
And we’ll keep rehearsing this thing, until we like how it feels.
I’m starting to see right through both lenses
The ones I was borne with, and the ones I created.
So now I’m coming inside, I’ll try not to fuss,
As I dry out the drink that turns my bones into rust.
Yeah I now understand, the task that I have,
My attention is short, and I’m prone to forget.
But now I’m blessed with the presence, of your shining face
And now I know, I’m in, a different kind of place.
And we can keep rocking out and singing old sad songs
And we’ll do it with intention, and we’ll make it last too long.
And when the evening’s over, and it’s time to hug goodbye,
I’ll remember, in these cans, once upon a time.