Front Porch

Driven to silence but I'm drowning in sin

My mandolin hangs on the wall once again

I can't seem to find the right words from within

But I won't be looking for long

There comes a time when nothing seems clear

When you're past out on the front porch with a head full of beer

Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear

But I won't be thinking for long

So many years ago when I was pure

I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure

For all ailments cynical, that's how things were

But I didn't stay drunk for too long

Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up

I sipped from their bottle and I slammed a whole cup

That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up

'Cause it didn't sit well for too long

I was a fool, I was stupid because

I was mistaking knowledge for just a good buzz

Five years drunk on wine and words and wit

Served by cynics and charlatans, they were all full of shit

Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret

Line the living room floor that you've often swept

Pop another one open and wretch at the stench

It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench

But there'll, there'll come a time when it all seems clear

When your past out on the front porch with your head full of beer

Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear

But I won't be clouded for long

Now I'm driven to silence and I'm drowning in sin

My mandolin hangs on the wall once again

I can't seem to find the right words from within

But I won't be looking for long

I'll stink of drink till I let you in

Then I won't be stinking for long

No, I won't be stinking for long