James Yorkston 5 A.m.
5am and still we're talking, rambling on about past
lovers
tears are us and laughter plenty
here's to one you'd clean forgotten
your not so kind I'm more forgiving
could I just have been that drunken fool
on the evidence of tonight it seems
hind-sights failure points straight to me, points
straight to you
tell you the thoughts of raising anchor charges the blood
and rushes through me
what have you now that keeps you grounded
I have nothing but my fears and frailties and lazy old me
Where in the world would I run everywhere I love it is
well haunted
and where in the world would run
