The lines have been down for days; my last calls were whiskey and gin. You know I can wait a long time, but you’ll never let me back in. I’ve been staring at the sky; I don’t know why. Just face into the sun and carry on. I’m trying hard to come clean; they’re turning off the water again. And so I drain my glass and pay for all the ways I wish it had been. Do I roll the loaded dice and make a better life, or do I play the wayward son and carry on. When you think you’ve lost it all and just keep falling, can you forgive what you’ll become and carry on.