Soft to the Touch

I've been out chasing the storm That nobody wants me to follow along A couple of drinks and then whoosh There's no need to push me I'm already gone Now that I live here alone There's nobody home To cushion the blows Now the dark sets in the most I turn to my ghosts To laugh and to joke In the town, leafy and drenched I slouch on the bench With my thirst to quench That I couldn't stop if I tried No word of a lie I am entrenched But there's no need to voice your concern This money I burn At least is well-earned So I pour 'till the darkness ascends I grease up the lens Until this all ends The edges, then soft to the touch Easy to clutch And that is enough Today though, the ripcord has slipped From my feeble grip And it got too much And I cringed all the way to the bank And then my heart sank My balance was blank So I went back out into the wet Still full of the blues And into the red Oh I tilt back my head on my neck Full of the blues A bottle of red Ah ooh, oh Ah ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh-ooh