Vapors

And we saw in the new year 
And then we kept on drinking
Still had time to think
And time to keep on sinking
When the gin ran out 
We all took to the streets
All these discussions of sin and doubt
And regrets we're trying not to repeat

All the hours I'm wasting
Can't get them back 
Am I on the wrong track
Or did I let it distract me
The sounds you were making
The way she was shaking
Another year older
Deeper in debt
Later to bed
All of this living inside my head
Like I think I'm beholden
To the stories I've told you

And our hopes of better days to come
Are drifting to death
And our words into vapors every breath
The sound that they left
Announcing our plans
Daring our gods to glory
Our courage to dust
What's to become of us
What's to become of us

All the hours I'm wastingCan't get them back 
Am I on the wrong track
Or did I let it distract me
The sounds you were making
The way she was shaking
Another year older
Deeper in debt
Later to bed
All of this living inside my head
Like I think I'm beholden
To the stories I've told you

I raise a glass to the ghosts of my past
Then I drink it down

All the hours I'm wastingCan't get them back 
Am I on the wrong track
Or did I let it distract me
The sounds you were making
The way she was shaking
Another year older
Deeper in debt
Later to bed
All of this living inside my head
Like I think I'm beholden
To the stories I've told you

VAPORS
Words & Music by James Hearne
©2012, Songs de Guerre Music

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