1963

I took the long way around

Ended up in this town

Was the fall of ’63

I never could see myself

Settling down

But it felt just like heaven to me

Well I met me a girl

With the stars in her eyes

In the spring of ’64

She was searching for something

Up there in the sky

But it was always a little too far

PRECHORUS

They tell me that fortune

Favors the bold

But I’m getting too old

To be favored this time

CHORUS

Don’t you know that this life

Is a mouthful of whiskey

You got to roll it around on your tongue

But it’s a waste of a dram on the young

It’s the aging that makes it worth drinking at all

I reached for her hand and

She told me she would

With the winter coming on

But it was never enough

Even when it was good

And I woke up to find she was gone

With a lifetime behind me

It’s easy sometimes

In the quiet of the night

To get lost in regretting

What couldn’t be mine

But you can never make everything right