LAYTON HOWERTON IT´S A BITTERSWEET LEGACY YOU LEFT ME TO FIND EVERYTIME THAT I FALL I FEEL YOU PUSH FROM BEHIND 18 YEARS YOU BEEN GONE 18 YEARS YOU´RE STILL AROUND
HOW CAN YOU MOVE ME SO MUCH FROM A HOLE IN THE GROUND IN THAT SMALL FRAME HOUSE ON THE BIBLE BELT I DIDN´T KNOW WHO YOU WERE I NEVER KNEW HOW YOU FELT NOW I´M PAINTING THIS PICTURE AND I DON´T KNOW THE TRUTH DID YOU DO WHAT YOU WANTED OR WHAT YOU HAD TO DO AND THOUGH YOUR BLOOD COURSES THROUGH MY VEINS I WON´T BARE YOUR CROSS CAUSE I SHARE YOUR NAME IT´S NOT THE WAY WE DIE IT´S THE WAY THAT WE LIVE AND I CAN´T TELL ANYMORE WHO I NEED TO FORGIVE 18 YEARS 18 YEARS YOU´D SIT AT THE TABLE WITH YOUR SEAGRAMS STARE WAS IT LOVE OR OBLIGATION THAT KEPT YOU THERE I TRIED ALL YOUR PRESCRIPTIONS FOR EASING MY PAIN
WHISKEY DRUGS AND WOMEN AND THEY ALL FEEL THE SAME AND THOUGH YOUR BLOOD RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS I WON´T BARE YOU CROSS I WON´T SHARE YOUR SHAME IT´S NOT THE WAY WE DIE IT´S THE WAY WE LIVE I CAN´T TELL ANYMORE WHO I WANT TO FORGIVE 18 YEARS 18 YEARS I STILL NEED YOU OLD MAN