Rye and Wrong

I have fallen to iron and bourbon

Truth and the road

From miles of running from fire and brimstone

From a violence of words

Now call the doctor because I am faded and alone

And somebody help me make it home

We were seeking by the starshine waking up at midnight and chasing down the dawn

We were living on a highline and loving in the tall pines until I did you wrong

Now call my mother and tell her I am sorry it’s been so long

And somebody help me make it home

Because it was a cold rain that I brought your way

When I drowned my fears in rye and wrong

Now I’m defeated by something I needed

And you are right to be gone

So now I am broken

I’m brought low and humbled where I belong

And I’d beg your forgiveness

But you can’t forget this

So I’ll bid you so long

Call the label and tell them I have put it all in a song

Then somebody help me make it home

Because it was a cold rain that I brought your way

When I drowned my fears in rye and wrong

And now I’m defeated by something I needed

And you are right to be gone

Because I have fallen to iron and bourbon

To truth and the road

To miles of running from fire and brimstone 

And a violence of words