Yeah the fruits of my labor's when the crowd sings along I'm an empty, faceless spotlight mic-stand I'll getcha high, I'll getcha low, I'm the guitar man yeah Well, I woke to the rise, sun going down Still taste the whiskey, still fresh on my mouth Hot

I like to sit beside the fire When the light is going down I like to hear the wild wind blow outside my door I have so much left to remember I have so much left to forget And I know I just don't have to search for more But you want to change my world

Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go When all those shadows almost killed