TB: "A colleague, a bit of a mentor, really, who left here way too soon. Booze can be a killer, cigarettes, too. Sometimes a symptom of something deeper, I guess." With Jeff Chapin on drums and Amanda Ferrell on vocals.
Lyrics
SONGS ABOUT MY MISTAKES (IN D)
(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)
Out on my ass,
nowhere to go.
All out of gas,
nobody home.
A lifetime of runnin',
now I'm all full-of-quit.
Where is that Ketel?
Let's get on with it.
It's not where I thought I'd be,
at the end of the rope.
Find me - I'm hiding.
Believe me - I'm lying.
It ain't for the money,
hell, that ain't real gold.
It wasn't for the women,
whatever stories I told.
You better love it, boy,
when it's all you can do.
Find me - I'm hiding.
Believe me - I'm lying.
Watch me - I'm crying.
Leave me - I'm dying.
Out on my ass,
nowhere to go.
All out of gas,
nobody home.
Copyright 2003, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
