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