One summer evening, drunk to hell I sat there nearly lifeless. An old man in the corner sang "Where the Water Lilies Grow". And on the jukebox, Johnny sang About a thing called love. And it's "How are ya, kid?" And "What's your name?" And "How'd ya bloody know?". Then blood and death 'neath the screaming sky I laid down on the ground. The arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around. Some cursed then prayed, some prayed then cursed Then prayed, then bled some more. And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we all got back, labeled parts one to three, There was no pair of brown eyes looking for me. So a-roving, a-roving, a-roving I'll go For a pair of brown eyes, For a pair of brown eyes. I looked at him, he looked at me. All I could do was hate him, As Ray and Philomena sang Of my elusive dreams. I saw the streams, the rolling fields Where his brown eyes were wanting, And I thought about a pair of brown eyes That waited once for me. So drunk to hell, I left the place Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking. A hungry sounds came across the breeze So I gave the walls a talking. And I heard the sounds of better days From the old canal. And the birds were whistling in the trees And the wind was gently laughing. So a-roving, a-roving, a-roving I'll go For a pair of brown eyes, For a pair of brown eyes.

You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first. I loved you first. Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth: That I have to go. I have to go. Your hair was long when we first met. You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first. I loved you first. Beneath the stars are falling on our heads. But they're just old light. They're just old light. Your hair was long when we first met. Samson came to my bed, Told me that my hair was red. Told me I was beautiful, Came into my bed. I cut his hair myself one night, A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light. And he told me that I'd done alright, And he kissed me till the morning light. And then Samson went back to bed, Not much hair left on his head. He ate a slice of Wonderbread And went right back to bed. And he couldn't pull the columns down, No he couldn't destroy a single one. And the history books forgot about us, And the Bible didn't mention us, Not even once. You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first.

Years, days, Makes no difference to me, babe. You look exactly the same To me. Ain't no time Crossing your legs inside the diner, Raising the coffee to your lips Are stained. Cuz you saw the masterpiece. She looked a lot like you. Wrapping her left around around your right, Ready to walk you through The night. You whisper to her restless ear, "Can you get me out of here? This place smells like piss and beer. Can you get me out?" You were asking me How to get you free. I only know the recipe To roam. Cuz you saw the masterpiece. She looked a lot like you. Wrapping her left around around your right, Ready to walk you through The night. Old stars Filling up my throat. You gave them to me when I was born. Now they're coming out. Laying there on the hospital bed, Your eyes are narrow, blue and red. Take a draw of breath and send it To me. You saw the masterpiece. She looked a lot like me. Wrapping her left arm around your right Ready to walk you through The night. Old friends, Old mothers, dogs, and brothers. There's only so much letting go You can ask someone to do. So I'll keep you by my side. I will not give you to the tide. I'll even walk you in my stride, Marie. Cuz I saw the masterpiece. She looks a lot like you. Wrapping your left around around my right, Ready to walk me through The night.

Meghan Beebe Twenty One Worked at camp with me One summer. Then in January Back at home She got killed by a Drunk Driver. David Gioia Lived alone, An occasional Drunk Driver. He left the bar one night And headed home. Crashed his car into a Telephone pole. And at the hospital, The damage done, There was a hope that he Would get better. But there was evil lurking In his skull. It took him down, And I saw him at his funeral. Sweet Naomi Had no home, But she had Pete sleeping Beside her. And she had diabetes, And they were drunks, But when the snow came down He'd guide her. Till Pete went behind bars And she got tired. She checked herself into The shelter. A couple months ago I heard the news. The blood sugar Wasn't what killed her. Kathy Parziel Stayed at home And took care of her Young daughter. She had a family That didn't know About what was building up Inside her. She took her bottles and She took her cans And stuffed them into her Back pocket. And she left home And everyone. Now we're just hoping she Gets better.

Oh how he loved you, you know. Yeah, I do. Such a good man. Only one that I knew. Now that you're home, Pull me through. Now that you're home, Pull me through. You wore the hat that I brought Home from school. Always so proud of Anything I could do. Now that you're home, Pull me through. Now that you're home, Pull me through. And you wore the hat that I gave you. You smiled whenever you saw me. I'm sure that I will miss you. And with a smile You'd abide every wave. "You learn from everything you do," You would say. Now that you're home, I will say Now that you're home, I will say All of the things That you said. All of the things That you meant. And you wore the hat that I gave you. You smiled whenever you saw me. I'm sure that I will miss you, The sound of your voice when you called me. And I carry you in my face And in the way that I stand And in my steady gaze And in my steady hands I'm sure that I will hold you.