We were driving home on these icy New England roads

When I lost control, or let the booze take over, I don’t know

But I woke up alone, under pale white light

In the unmistakable bed of a hospital

I need a drink now every night to help me fall asleep

Or stay awake or so my hands don’t shake

And these pins in my leg, how they ache

Remind me every day that I can’t help my son

‘Cause I’m a God fearing man but now I swear I can feel the devil’s hands

At the bottom of this bottle and with every sip I take he crawls down my throat

For every song I’ve sung in tired blown out lungs

And every friend I’ve lost to broken bonds of trust:

I’m sorry

I need a drink now every night to help me fall asleep

Or stay awake or so my hands don’t shake

And these pins in my leg, how they ache

Remind me every day of what to tell my son:

“Just live… have hope…”