Lyrics

Forty-three days in the arms of morpheus
Clouds are lifting slowly
Brilliance of color and vivid detail
Give way to the grays that are holy

Forty-three nights in the throes of a bottle
A substance induced revelation
Somehow the blandness of guiltless routine
Is looking more like my salvation

Forty-three mornings of honest repentance
Forty three whiskeys at one
One then another 'till time goes away
And all of my battles are won

Forty-three cracks in the glasses I see with
Blood in my eyes colored rose
Humming on key and witty as hell
Till my pain hits me square oin the nose

Forty excuses and three explanations
Each empty mug filled with blame
Always more room for the hole in my heart
But not enough pride for my name

Forty-three mornings of honest repentance
Forty three whiskeys at one
One then another 'till time goes away
And all of my battles are won

Escape is my prison
The bars of my cell have a tender
All of my courage and some of my heart
Are gone at the end of each bender

Forty-three mornings of honest repentance
Forty three whiskeys at one
One then another 'till time goes away
And all of my battles are won

Forty-three mornings of honest repentance
Forty three whiskeys at one
One then another 'till time goes away
And all of my battles are won