Whiskey from Falling Apart by The Sara Thacker Band

Whiskey

I've been stayin' a little too late these days
Chasin', fadin', pushin' away all the
Have to’s, should do’s, waitin’ for somethin’ to save me

But not 'til I'm damn good and ready
Not 'til my feet hit the floor

And the whiskey is callin' me home
Not half as sour as the voice on the phone
And the whiskey is callin' me home, again

These days, they feel like one endless night and the
Sun just don’t shine right, so that’s why I hide from the
Daybreak, heartbreak, promises I’ll break, I’ll fix them

But not 'til I'm damn good and ready
Not 'til I can't drink no more

And the whiskey is callin' me home
Half of this bottle I’m callin’ my own
And the whiskey is callin' me home, again

The glass it stares at me with a bottomless smile
It acts like it knows where I've been
But the bottle it loves me
It always ends where I begin

I've been drinkin', it's time that you join in and
let go, cuz you know, it all looks the same after
last call, it's your call, the night is now ours for the taking

But not 'til we're damn good and ready
Not 'til we're flat on the floor

And the whiskey is callin' me home
If it wasn't for you I'd be drinkin' alone

And the whiskey is callin' me home
The bottle is empty and the night air is cold

And the whiskey is callin' me home
After this party let's all go get stoned

And the whiskey is callin' me home, again

I've been stayin' a little too late these days

• Blues
• Jazz
• Pop
• Rock
• acoustic
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles