Bright Eyes

It was Don who delivered the whiskey
And a blinking midnight clock
Speakers on a TV stand
Just a turntable to watch
Only smoke came out our mouths
On all those hooded sweatshirt walls
We were a stroke of luck
You were a gold mine that gutted us
And from the sidelines you'd seen me run
Until I'm out of breath
Living the good life, I left for dead
The sorrowful Midwest
Well I did my best...
To keep my head