My heads a mess I text you but 
You don’t hit back I call you up
But who even does that bullshit anymore
A forty and a half a pint
I walk the streets and I just might
Find the courage I never had before

For several hours I walk the road
Just to wander, I just can’t go home
every mile keeps me out of sight
I need a place to stop and think 
I go into a bar for a drink 
It’s not my scene but I guess I will tonight

I don’t have the faith I had before
And you don’t have the eyes for me 
You did when we were seventeen
I don’t have the stomach to keep 
My shit together every day
But that’s ok
I hope I’m still a good man anyway

And these Old men sit and tell their lies
By the light of a broke beer sign
The stale beer and the memories of the damned
The juke box plays a Motown song
I don’t look up but I hum along
My empty glass says “here be broken men"

It’s way to late it’s time to go 
I have to leave but can’t go home
I walk along the river for a time
I watches the bridges raise and lower
The ships they come, and then they go
My souls too heavy I stop to sit a while

Good Man

Lo-fi tracks made for fun. Sad songs are like a good friend. They keep you company in the darkest times. 

I like hearing whatever sounds good. Share your journey with me.

Good Man

Mad Beard