Barstool Confession

Good evening brother, how ya’ doin’, may I have a seat
If you’d like to hear a story, it’s a sad one as you’ll see
I will tell you about my life, tell what I’ve seen
You buy the beers and I will tell you all about my sins

I started out a simple life, in a town that no one knows
We made ends meet during the day and at night we danced with ghosts
We all had dreams of traveling somewhere, to places on TV
Yet could never find the time to put a deadline on our dreams

and I’m drowning in this bottle while confessing to my sins
If I had not been a dreamer, then perhaps I could have seen
At my age there’re some lessons that I wish I hadn’t learned
and I can truly tell you mister being a dreamer is one of them

It was late one summer night when a cactus spoke to me
He said the dirt was getting thicker and the clouds were closing in
The stench of burning grass grew stronger for as far as I could see
My lonely, simple paradise was as red as it could be

and I’m drowning in this bottle while confessing to my sins
If I had not been a dreamer, then perhaps I could have seen
At my age there’re some lessons that I wish I hadn’t learned
and I can truly tell you mister being a dreamer is one of them

I ran like hell back to the barn, to set the living free
I said a prayer for the dead, so their souls may lie in peace
By the time a reached my family, there was nothing I could do
But watch to house go up in flames, while I stood there like a fool

and I’m drowning in this bottle while confessing to my sins
If I had not been a dreamer, then perhaps I could have seen
At my age there’re some lessons that I wish I hadn’t learned
and I can truly tell you mister being a dreamer is one of them