From the recording Full Circle
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