A Singer Of Songs - Sober Now

all night sitting on the unmade bed
waiting for the blue sky to turn red
you said you'd go, i said fine but not yet
let you lay your head upon my chest

all night sitting on the unmade bed
waiting for the blue sky to turn red
i played an anthem on a rusty string
you turned on the light i saw you flinch
maybe one day soon you will be back
say i was the right train on the wrong track
but i'm sober now
i'm sober now