The ashes fall down to my shoes
The cigarette in my mouth hangs loose
And silently I sit and curse your name
Most of those curses I don't mean
I let the ice cubes marinate in
Cheap whiskey my last dollar paid for
And I know out there you curse my name
And all of those curses you should mean
Cos we broke every plate in that damn house
And I drank up every bottle I found
And I'd go and meet with harlots and charlatans
Now it's on an empty road I roam
If I had the mind to make better choices
Wish drinkin' would quiet these voices
And I know out there he speaks your name
Just pray he knows what that means
Means angels don't always have wings
Means whiskey will clean but it stings
Means last chances are a real thing
That's what it means that's what it means
Cos we broke everything in that damn house
And I drank and did all the things that I found
Then I'd go and meet with harlots and charlatans
Now it's on an empty road I roam
Now it's on an empty road I roam