Front Porch

Driven to silence but I'm drowning in sin
 My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
 I can't seem to find the right words from within
 But I won't be looking for long
 There comes a time when nothing seems clear
 When you're past out on the front porch with a head full of beer
 Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
 But I won't be thinking for long
 So many years ago when I was pure
 I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure
 For all ailments cynical, that's how things were
 But I didn't stay drunk for too long
 Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up
 I sipped from their bottle and I slammed a whole cup
 That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up
 'Cause it didn't sit well for too long
 I was a fool, I was stupid because
 I was mistaking knowledge for just a good buzz
 Five years drunk on wine and words and wit
 Served by cynics and charlatans, they were all full of shit
 Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret
 Line the living room floor that you've often swept
 Pop another one open and wretch at the stench
 It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench
 But there'll, there'll come a time when it all seems clear
 When your past out on the front porch with your head full of beer
 Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear
 But I won't be clouded for long
 Now I'm driven to silence and I'm drowning in sin
 My mandolin hangs on the wall once again
 I can't seem to find the right words from within
 But I won't be looking for long
 I'll stink of drink till I let you in
 Then I won't be stinking for long
 No, I won't be stinking for long