Tombstone Letter by Clay Hawkins

Well there's no more worries, no more hurries, no more stories,
no more lies.
No more waiting, that feelings fading, that ship has sailed for the light.

Told myself I should have known better than to spill my heart in a tombstone letter, but haunting places where's me down,

So no more time lord, no more crying boy, what's left behind can lay where it lie, yeah where it lies.

There's no more surprises, no compromises, that quits when you die, when you close your eyes,
No more magic potions, old fashion devotion, second hand emotions, no more lies.

Told myself I should have known better than to spill my heart in a tombstone letter, but haunting a place wears a man down,

So I'll be on my way, nothing left to say, no more hell to pay, no more goodbyes

Who's going to hold me, when I lay my body down,
And view what I wrote on the cold rock on the ground,
If you could raise a toast to my weary bones, my heart
and my memories, could find a way home.

No more words, no more why, no destinations knowing I won't arrive, no what ifs, no might have beens, no more bargaining, no no no more holding on, what does that mean, you know I'm trying to guess, all the time we spent, finding out what's left, holding all my regrets yeah, all the miles we went, to my final rest,

Who's going to hold me, when I lay my body down,
And view what I wrote on the cold rock on the ground,
If you could raise a toast to my weary bones, my heart
and my memories, could find a way home.

• Acoustic
• Rock & Roll
• bluesy
• slide guitar
• soundtrack
• swamp
• Ukiah