Whisky Man - Arc Iris

Trembling Mind

Trembling Hands

Weary Side

I got no man

To hold me up I’m picking him up again

Crack of pain

Catch the rain

With open palms

Against the plain

Cobbled stone that paves your road

As smooth as you could ever know

Curtains close

Your friends go home

Take your wine

So you won’t ride alone

To whatever place this night will be your home

First sip of wine

Makes you stronger

As the wine runs dry

The night’s getting longer

And your heart goes out to nobody

And nothing is made to gold

Stumbling fool

A whiskey man

A worried soul

Who’s got no plan

But he’s creeping up on my open doors again