Places to Fall
Brock Zeman
He had fourty bucks of scotch in a twenty dollar room
His car keys and a pack of smokes
His old gas guzzler parked outside
And a wife running outta rope
Two children wondering where their Daddy’s gone
And if he still remembers their name’s
He’s never meant nothing by the things he’s done
He’s just always been that way
And the lady lying asleep beside him
Wasn’t really worth the price
She’ll do anything you say but a kiss costs double
And she won’t ever close her eyes
Ain’t life just all wine and roses
When you’re living this hard and fast
Until you start realizing you’re running outta road
And still pressing down on the gas
He tried his hand with the queens and jokers and aces
And now the hands of time have anti’d up and they call
The lines grow deeper on his face as he’s running short of graces
And he’s running outta places to fall
The sun burns through the window like truth
He shaves his face and combs his hair
There’s a little bar right down the street
And he’ll take out his troubles there
The mornings ain’t so bad
But the nights are long and rough
Ain’t it funny how a little bit turns into more and more?
Until you can’t ever get enough
All the ladies and fast times have taken off on down the line
And he’s lying in some motel all alone
Don’t loneliness taste like a cheap wine as a tear comes to his eye
Staring at a bottle and a phone