This is a song I wrote almost 4 years ago now. Hopefully, this and some other songs will come out on another acoustic record someday soon. Either way, many of you may not have heard it before. Hope you like it if you haven’t. Lyrics:

Postcards from Scotland

Morning came early, you know we’re sleeping in again. Last night ended right where this morning began, and you ask if we can be together apart from a drinking binge?Well, baby, two’s a crowd even without the dehydration. The lights are on down Madison, and the skirts are getting short, but we just laugh and run right past because even if they ask, you don’t have to show off to “get yours.” No, no, no, no, no.

If your body were a canvas, the masterpiece I could create. If your body were a canvas I’d let me fingers smear the paint. Get under your skin like the tattoos that hide your frame and cover all your maps and allow you to show me the way to your heart. We folded revolutions out of paper and took the time to see them fly, but I wonder if we’ll ever tire of revealing truths in plain view to the blind only for them to blindly pass them by.

You fly the flag of rebellion each and everywhere you go, but you’ve spent the better part of two years drunk in your cold bed alone. Is there any rebel yell left in the rasp in your voice? Or is this “just a beer and not a lifestyle choice?” You tell me, honey. And our friends they all keep fucking up, but we wouldn’t give them up for the world. The records we keep playing wouldn’t sound half as good without all of you screaming every word.

Are you screaming? Because you know I’m screaming.

You don’t need to send me postcards from Scotland even if I’m alone in my apartment. Just stay up late, alone with me, watching documentaries and usher me into a false state of enlightenment. Here’s to booze and here’s to conversation. I said, here’s to booze and here’s to conversation. Sit back, relax, the next stop’s Pennsylvania Station. Here’s to booze and here’s to conversation.