Whisky Mend


Things are broken in my head
bits and pieces of the things I've done
and the things I've said
I try to glue them back to life
But some things dead and gone
are better buried by the roadside

(You don't have to) 
tell me that I'm wrong
Don't have to come and save me
from the wicked things that taunt me
They'll unravel on their own
But if they don't, I'll have someone here
to keep me company

Here I go again
On the whiskey mend
and I'm feeling quite alright
But, I've got a ways to go
before I'm coming home
(and it's) gonna take some time