Every night I see the smiling faces,
Through the bottom of a beer gla**,
from a table near the bar.
As my memory carefully retraces every footstep
that's brought me down this far.
The distance from the bottle to the floor
gets closer every time I drink one more.
Tonight I'll get so blind that I can't sing
Blind with an angel with broken wings
Well every time I think of all the places
where trouble seemed to find me and knock me to the ground,
darkness fell and covered all around me
giving life to the shadow that I'm bound.
The distance from the bottle to the floor
gets closer every time I drink one more.
Tonight I'll get so blind that I can't sing
Blind with an angel with broken wings.
Every night I see the smiling faces
but the loneliness reminds me of who I am come closing time.
So as the neon lights, and laughter fades behind me,
to the strains of A Satisfied Mind...
The distance from the bottle to the floor
gets closer every time I drink one more.
Tonight I'll get so blind that I can't sing
Blind with an angel with broken wings.