Brown & Bold

Well morning came and dew drops fell on the passing man who traveled with no kin

He passed on by that same old bar he'd been reborn in time and time again

Todays the day I change he'd say as he wrung his hands against the bitter cold

But heaven knows hell find a way to pass the time with something brown and bold

And in due time Im sure I'll find the happy life cant be poured over ice

I'll leave behind this weight of mine spread my wings and maybe learn to fly

Until that day I guess I'll stay upon this ledge thats made of crumbling stone

And some day when the old mans gone I wont just sit here drinking on my own

Its just as fine as that first time he shared it with his dad at Seventeen

But nowadays its got its ways of knocking over all his hopes and dreams