Burning Questions

It’s a quarter past midnight, I’m alone in the firelight
Drinking straight bourbon, thinking ‘bout you
We got in a row, you left hours ago
But you and I both know that ain’t nothing new

My mind won’t stop churning so I keep on turning
To the warmth in my hands and the glow of the flame
I’ll sip from this cup and try to come up with
Answers to burning questions that remain

From here in the shadows I can see out the window
A storm and a hard snow are starting to swell
But it ain’t as cold outside as we made it inside
Resentment and pride make a bitter cold hell

My mind won’t stop churning so I keep on turning
To the warmth in my hands and the glow of the flame
I’ll sip from this cup and try to come up with
Answers to burning questions that remain

There ain’t no right, there ain’t no wrong
When it’s gone this long, girl, it’s all just the same
The fire’s died down to ashes on the ground
And the bottle’s gone now so I’ll shoulder the blame

My mind won’t stop churning so I keep on turning
To the warmth in my hands and the glow of the flame
I’ll sip from this cup and try to come up with
Answers to burning questions that remain