The song fit my mood perfectly. I just sat back and listened to the group, downing my fifth whiskey sour.
I am the voice that can't be found
The lamp that's meant to fade away
(I let go of the record)
Who's side I'm choking on this life?
I think I tolerate your hate
As long as you're afraid
All I wanted was to be with you
( And suffer every day)
Under the moon I hold a way
for a promise torn
Mortality wounded, that feeling sheltered me
Once again, my shadow will enter your life
look I led you way down the night
Mother always said:
My son, do the noble thing
You have to finish what you started
No matter what, now sit watch and learn
It is not how long you live
But what your morals say
Can't keep your part of the deal
So don't say a word
Don't say a word
It wont be long now love,
Black mist, I slowly feel the hate
I place the candle on your chest
The path of night has manifest
I never wanted us to end
I feel this scattered dying phase
It wasn't me who ran away
You made me stray
Open your blue eyes
Tell me that you love me whore
Make me believe it, oh I know you lie
Broke the vow I thought you made my angel lie
Settling the score
Think past the twilight
Mother always said:
My son, do the noble thing
You have to finish what you started
No matter what, now sit watch and learn
It is not how long you live
But what your morals say
Cant keep your part of the deal
So don't say a word
Don't Say A Word
I'm very blind
you struggle on, but my heart is about to end
I somehow slide sometimes.
It doesn't go the way it was meant.
Though you never were a believer, (yet)
I will purify you.
You read the book now, (goodbye)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Closing your eyes, don't ever say you love me, whore
You never meant the word, I know you lied
When there is life there is despair you taught me, now
I see your alive this night
I promise you the end before the first light arrives
Mother always said:
My son, do the noble thing
You have to finish what you started
No matter what, now sit watch and learn
It is not how long you live
But what your morals say
Cant keep your part of the deal
So don't say a word
Don't Say A Word
I raised my hand and motioned for another drink. The bartender shook his head as he fixed it.
How could she just leave me there? I waited in the cemetery for hours, getting soaked. Even now I could still feel the chill despite the dry clothes and liquor running in my veins.
Him. It had to be him. That bastard. I can't believe him.
What do I do? This ache just won't go away, no matter how many drinks I take.
I hear the crash of a table falling over, and glance up at the two people pointing guns at each other in some sort of fight.
I ignore it as I pick up my sixth whiskey sour. Then someone crashes into my table, causing it to tip up and knock the elixir out of my hand.
That's it.
Five minutes later, all four of them are on the ground groaning and the ISSP are cuffing them. One of the cops comes up to me and shakes my hand.
"Thanks a lot, pal. We've been tracking these guys for weeks." He hands me a cash card.
I take it and look at it stupidly. "What's this?" I ask.
He looks at me. "That's the bounty they've got on them. Two hundred and seventy thousand Woolongs."
I look at the card, my mind reeling. That was a lot of money to just hand to someone.
"I don't always like dealing with you Cowboys, but you do come in handy at times." He started walking away.
A Cowboy?
He thought I was a Cowboy?
Why not? I mean, it's not like I have any other ideas what to do now.
I tuck the cash card away and walk up to the bar.
A prairie oyster ought to clear my head up enough to do some planning. First I'd need a vehicle. And I know just the person to see about it.
It's been a while since I've seen old Doohan. It'd be great to see if he's still got that old relic of his.
This could be the start of something great.
But why do I feel a bit pensive about it?