The Calm and the Crying Wind

Painted pistols
And all the cheap thrills
And the words that collide

And all the poets
And all the pain pills
And the god on your side

It don’t help you
It never will
And we all get older
And older still

But morning is peaceful
Like its always been
The calm and the crying wind

Its awkward and painful
To wish for the end
‘Cuz the end is gonna come
But baby I love you
Like I did back then
Like the west and the setting sun

And I ain’t been sleeping
And I’m tired as hell
And I stare art the ceiling
And talk to myself

But morning is peaceful
Like its always been
The calm and the crying wind