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 I'm a reader, writer, drinker and heavy thinker

Or should it be reader, thinker, heavy drinker?

I don't know when I'm not with you

Days run together and I wake up in the bottom of a bottle every morning

At least I think it's morning

It could be sunset and the neon lights and bar signs are playing tricks on my eyes

Fuck beer and give me the good stuff

I want to remember what I'm drinking to forget

I guess that means I'm a heavy thinker

I guess that means I'm a heavy drinker

Without you around I just stumble

Stopping at every honky tonk and dive bar

Carrying my troubles in a bag on my back

I met a man with a Harley one night

He called it his Stairway to Heaven

Told me I could have it if I could ride it there

I said I couldn't write down the directions, but I could read the road signs

He said it knows the way

All I have to do is ride

I guess I'll wake up in heaven or in the bottom of another bottle

One of them is your arms

The other provides bracelets and a matching outfit

Where are you because that’s where I want to be

These heavy thoughts are pushing me further into another bottle

It’s harder to keep this iron horse going the right direction

But I’m getting closer to that Stairway to Heaven

If I get up it before you

I’ll save you a spot

Is it sunrise or sunset?

These neon lights and signs have me confused

Without you I just stumble