Whiskey Treats - Falling Over (Live on the Distant Sessions) Lyrics

Remember the days in that old country town
The radio up, the only station we found, and
Sitting on the side of the road watching for headlights

Falling over again
Tripping on memory
On the faded sound
Falling over again
And it feels so right

Well it's the same old place, though long years have passed
But now a dark room and an unfriendly cast
An empty stool to call home at least for the night

Falling over again
Tripping on memory
On the faded sound
Falling over again
And it feels so right

Stare at that glass as it bleeds itself dry
Burning comfort disappears in the blink of an eye
One last dollar on the bar and back to the light

Falling over again
Tripping on memory
On the faded sound
Falling over again
And it feels so right

Cheers to the morrow, cheers to the past
Nother round on the bar and it won't be the last
Raise 'em up high, let the song swing low

The friends you need are the friends who succeed
But a life on easy won't prize being free
Share out them knocks boys, then let the drinks flow

Falling over again
Tripping on memory
On the faded sound
Falling over again
And it feels so right