Front Porch

Front Porch - Brent Best (thanks to Gregor Anderson) Recorded version is in 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 passed 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 retch 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 passed 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