Spirit Waltz

Misery has got you crawling to your grave
A bottomless place that you have made
For justifying just one more drink
Now this is war, and the fight
has brought itself to your door
You can lock this house down
but you can’t ignore
You’re the reason for your undoing
Well I hope you realize
You gotta try and change your ways
There’s no man in town
Who won’t cut you down if you never change
If you never change, when are you gonna change?
Faking it is the only thing left
Besides forsaking it
That’s a hard to do when you feel like shit
Your mind’s playing tricks on you
But the suffering of not giving in
Isn’t half as bad
As the epitaph on your grave
That will likely ring
«The booze got the best of the kill.»
So I hope you realize, you gotta try a
And change your ways
There’s no man in town
Who won’t cut you down if you never change
If you never change
When are you gonna change?
No you never change
And now you’re finding out,
You’re finding out it’s not all black and white
Now that you’re down,
Now that you’re down, you’re finding out
That you were wrong,
That you were wrong
Now you’re gone, now you’re gone
And it’s just a matter of us movin' on,
just a matter of us movin' on
Movin' on