Silas Crowe - Friends of Mine

Smoke hangs low, different town, same old bar, Same old faces don’t know who they are. Jukebox hums like a funeral choir, I feed it quarters to keep the fire. I ain’t the man I was meant to be, Just a sound that’s left when the blues sets me free. Leanin’ on a barstool at closing time, Talkin’ to bottles like they’re friends of mine. There’s no peace in these melodies, Just ghosts still playin’ their blues through me. Bottle’s all gone, heart’s half numb, Ain’t no forgiveness where I come from. Every note I blow just burns my chest, But it’s the only way I can get some goddamn rest. I ain’t the man I was meant to be, Just a sound that’s left when the blues sets me free. Leanin’ on a barstool at closing time, Talkin’ to bottles like they’re friends of mine. There’s no peace in these melodies, Just ghosts still playin’ their blues through me. Ain’t no savior’s cross, ain’t no holy flame, Just the echo whisperin’ my name. I play ‘til the hurt feels right again, ‘Cause pain’s the only friend that stays ‘til the end. I ain’t the man I was meant to be, Just a sound that’s left when the blues sets me free. Leanin’ on a barstool at closing time, Talkin’ to bottles like they’re friends of mine. There’s no peace in these melodies, Just ghosts still playin’ their blues through me. I ain’t the man I was meant to be, Just a sound that’s left when the blues sets me free. Leanin’ on a barstool at closing time, Talkin’ to ghosts like they’re friends of mine. There’s no peace in these melodies, Just echoes of a man I cease to be.