Michael Braunfeld

Snowing in the Flat Tops

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Michael Braunfeld
2015
Michael Braunfeld

Lyrics

It is snowing in the Flat Tops

But here in town it's just cold

I am sitting in this barroom

Nursing a whiskey and my soul

 

And I am calling out the drunkards

On their stories and their lives

Seems I've spent near most of my own

Picking old guitars and picking fights

 

It don't really matter if I win

It don't really matter what I've got to lose

'Cause redemption

Is just a word I use

 

I am sitting at a table

In this rented room counting my pay

She is standing in the kitchen

Going on and on and on about her day

 

So I light another cigarette

With what is left of the one before

She can still see possibility

In a home so small that she can see the door

 

It don't really matter what I do

We've all got dreams some we don't get to choose

And forgiveness

Is just a word I use

 

Please release me what can I do

I gave it up I walked away

Words come easy and always true

And there's still so much left to say

 

I am driving down this dusty stretch

Of blacktop I'm all alone

A few more hours and maybe I will sleep

A few more miles and I'll be home

 

And I am calling out the bastards

On their smiles and their lies

Seems I'll spend the rest of my life

Picking old guitars and picking fights

 

It don't really matter if I win

All that really matters now is what I've got to lose

'Cause regret

Is just a word I use

 

Like redemption is just a word I use

Forgiveness is just a word I use

Regret well it's just a word I use