The Western

I’m having a battle with myself I’m losing every round To dignity and health The mother of all battles Will be with my fear Friends will be lost Along with my beer It’s dark dark dark down here I hate to feel closed in But it’s bright too bright out there I find your light blinding Hear me out Now the thing I fear most is myself Fears a true loyal servant to me Through the peaks and the troughs And the mud and the blood and the beer It’s dark dark dark down here I hate to feel closed in But it’s bright too bright out there I find your light blinding The blood of the wound in the deepest of cuts Would hurt so much less if love would not clot It’s dark dark dark down here I hate to be closed in Yeah! I’m having a fight with myself I’m losing every round to dignity and health The mother of all battles will be with fear Friends will be spilt along with my bear It’s dark dark dark down here I hate to feel closed in But it’s bright too bright out there I find your light blinding