Out of the Past

good4somethingbum · Mon Jan 02, 2012 9:19 am

Out of the Past ©2012 Robert George BMI

There are nights my conscience is a mirror
O but ev’ry taste of bourbon’s a mask
And yet somehow all my sins draw nearer
And they slip from shadow out of the past

And I wish her mem’ry was like vapor
That’d drift away with ev’ry empty shot glass
There are times I feel I will escape her
Then she reaches for me out of the past

All my wasted time is cold
And its touch is ghostly
And it somehow chills my soul
When it follows closely
In the starkness of this room
I can feel her near me
And the darkness of this gloom
Will reveal her clearly

I’m a fool to think that she’s behind me
I’m surrounded by the shadow she’s cast
I can only hope that dawn will find me
Pulling me and whiskey out of the past

In the starkness of this room
I can feel her near me
And the darkness of this gloom
Will reveal her clearly
All my wasted love is cold
And its touch is ghostly
And it somehow chills my soul
When it follows closely

Yes, tonight somehow my sins draw nearer
And they slip from shadow our of the past
Out of the past…

Out of the Past

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