Slender wet branches and mist on the skyline I'm trying to find a way home. Grey hazy mornings create such a fine line 'Tween lonely and being alone. Freedom was something we played. You played a waiting game, I wait and I stay. You know what I want And you know what I'd like to say Wandering in the morning And dragging this wing. And I take my joy with me wherever I roam It does a good thing when the going goes so Slow down, do you think you could lose? Lost in the whiskey, and reeking of blues. I was a child, in light of time passing, And you played the bosom so warm. You don't give love freely It's not for the asking But glorious trading of charm. And I never loved no one the way I do you Caught in a dream, divided by two, Enter a morning and enter it blue Lost in the whiskey and thinking of you.