Whiskey On the Wire
Music: Lyndon Heart
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove

Half asleep outside some town I don’t remember
The wheel is just a whisper in my hands
There’s a red eye deadline that I don’t believe in
On the other side of all this endless gray
And the reason that I’m out here is wearing pretty thin

It’s been five thousand miles since the last time I touched her
Ten more before I’ll hear her speak my name
And if the next cup of truck stop coffee doesn’t kill me
I’m liable to wish the hell it would
Instead of bleeding out in these doses of degrees

So bring to me, sing to me
Whisky on the wire
Talk with me, clock with me
Whiskey on the wire
Drive with me, survive with me
Whiskey on the wire
One shot down the throat
Straight into the fire

Sitting at the mercy of a stranger with a clipboard
With a list of things he thinks I’m doing wrong
So I lie the same old lies though a tired smile
Eventually he’ll just wave me on
Yeah, I know I should call it in, but I just turn up the dial

Bring to me, sing to me
Whisky on the wire
Talk with me, clock with me
Whiskey on the wire
Drive with me, survive with me
Whiskey on the wire
One shot down the throat
Straight into the fire

For every marker in the rear-view
A dozen more lay dead ahead
Do I hug the curve or hog the lane
Do I just turn around instead
It’s all the same direction anyway

One less stretch of dark, one more exit to the shine
Not sure which day just died and which one’s born
At the speed they’re passing, I guess it doesn’t matter
Just like blackbirds on the black top
Get too close and they all scatter

Bring to me, sing to me
Whisky on the wire
Talk with me, clock with me
Whiskey on the wire
Drive with me, survive with me
Whiskey on the wire
One shot down the throat
Straight into the fire