Walking Away

Walking Away

Pour a glass bourbon and we celebrate tonight

C minus for my friend here, it's the only beer he likes

I'm not much for conversation but with a whiskey in my hand

See an idiot explaining things that he barely understands

There's a junkie on the corner playing his guitar

And a con man in the parking lot, sleeping in his car

And the sun shines on the wicked and the righteous just the same

But the same goes for the rain, and the same goes for the pain

For every mile I walk, I'm getting farther away