Quartermaster

Gentlemen, swords and pistols
 Heading off to war whistling
 Soft goodbyes for their wives
 In advance, I hope you write
 She was the fairest of them all
 Now I'm left with her ghost
 Hauntin' me in the morning hours
 Early May, I brought you flowers
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 At the sink staring off
 Coffee in me is wearing off
 Such a cruel realization
 The plans we made won't come to fruition
 Used to sleep right through the storms
 Just whiskey and me out on the porch
 Looking out into this darkness
 And the canvas of your face my darling
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 The things he'd give just to relive
 The older days of his younger years
 And maybe, maybe get the chance
 He was quartermaster of the past
 Came to warn of time, running out, he said
 "Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath"
 'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest
 Under, under the gravestone
 Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
 Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
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 I used to walk these streets
 Now seem distant to me
 Stayed up all night
 Like the bottle and glass, I'm empty
 Even though it maybe temporary
 I'd like to see your eyes and envy
 Every second we've ever shared
 And oh these walls could talk
 But they're casting shadows at once
 Songs of my ache and burden
 That flew to the furnace
 The furnace
 The things he'd give just to relive
 The older days of his younger years
 And maybe, maybe get the chance
 He was quartermaster of the past
 Came to warn of time, running out, he said
 "Baby, don't even stop to catch your breath"
 'Cause in the end we'll rest, we'll rest
 Under, under the gravestone
 Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm
 Ah-oo, ah-oo, mm-mm