Whiskey Cowboy

Floating above the blocks, I could almost see another lifetime
I feel my spirit move from place to place
There's trouble around the corner if you look hard enough
Red and blue lights flashing in my face

We hung from sneakers and bed sheets
Smashed on the concrete
The broken bottles and palm trees
Rendered us obsolete

It's just one of those things you think of
When you were seventeen
It's just one of those things you think of
That gets washed into the sea

You don't have to go it alone, you can call me up next time
Because it's a rough time, a rough life on your own
Howling from the rooftops, we can almost hit the pavement
And I will raise my voice until they hear me down below

We choked on whiskey and tear gas
Wrapped up in ski masks
We saw them caught up in combat
Waited for it to pass

It's just one of those things you think of
When you were seventeen
It's just one of those things you think of
That gets washed into the sea