Country folk, Medium tempo, roots, organic, sad, lonely, singer songwriter, nostalgic, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, drums, piano,
3am nothings working. Another lonely night at home. Why am I calling you this evening? I guess Im afraid to be alone. And I cant shake this wake and all I need is rest. Calling out your name with whiskey on my breath. Nothing to offer you but a sinners heart at best. Still youre my only one. I got this awful thing inside me. Where other people have a heart. And now its cracking at the ramparts. For the awful things that I have done.