Too Many Things

There's a fella that walks in my shadow I think

Or it might be me walking in his

And when the sun starts to set and my shadow gets longer

That fella's command is my wish

Is there something that fella's not telling to me

Or am I looking for reasons to cry

When he's shrouding my sight with a baggy or bottle

How can I look him in the eye?

There's too many things I don't need in my pockets

Theres too many things on my mind

And the only end to this that I have in sight

Is the bottom of this glass of wine

When there's nothing quite wrong but there's something not right

And that fella starts loading his guns

It's then my best friend, my lover, my muse and my idol

All walk into the same room at once

There's too many things I don't need in my pockets

Theres too many things on my mind

And the only end to this that I have in sight

Is the bottom of this glass of wine

Not all prisons have walls

Some are just skin and bones

And it seems after all

That's where he's most at home

But my lover and idol

Have far more to say

Than that fella could ever

Teach my in a day

There's too many things I don't need in my pockets

Theres too many things on my mind

And the only end to this that I have in sight

Is the bottom of this glass of wine

There's too many things I don't need in my pockets

Theres too many things on my mind

And the only end to this that I have in sight

Is the bottom of this glass of wine