Whiskey and Roses

The bottle's half empty. The room's dark and cold. This chair by

the window is one and oh. The rain taps soft on the

roof like a prayer. But God ain't been listenin'. He ain't up

there. Whiskey and roses laid by my side. One for the

sorrow, one for the pride. They both cut deep and

they both fade away. Whiskey and roses, they're dying today. The photos still

hang where you left them last spring. Your face in the sunlight,

your gold wedding ring. I whisper your name like a ghost in