Bridge City Rose - Kyle Craft

You didn’t know you couldn’t stand

To watch it all slip through your hands

The wayward angel, your promised land, they’ve burnt to the ground

Stone drunk on Halloween, it shivers like some trick to me

When a call comes from your balcony

But no one’s around

So pick your fight, break down the door

Endless nights, waging war against yourself on the bathroom floor spilling it

out

Now I’m on the bed, my hair’s undone

My face is wet, her face is worn

From empty years and bitter scorn, and a Victorian love

Now I don’t wanna cause you grief

I don’t wanna take the lead

Little girl, all I wanna see is you getting off

Clenching thirst and heavy breath

Naked as the night we met

You left it up to me I guess

But I’m slow on the draw

So while the poor boys sit lonesome at the last call

And the shy ones stare down at their toes

I’ll make way for that woman

And the mean kingdom coming

I get tired walking these streets of gold

And I’ll call her my Bridge City Rose

Yeah, I’ll call her my Bridge City Rose

The garden on her windowsill

Her crystal moons and family stills

Jawbone treasures, beatnik thrills

And blood red mulled wine

The sweet hanging overhead

With books I bought but never read

Can I lay low here?

Can I stop instead?

And stay for awhile?

'Cause I can’t remember the last time

I wasn’t drawn in neon lights

Sat come drink up the water’s fine

And the whiskey’s half off

But before you find yourself torn between lovers

Or you’re stuck wearing yesterday’s clothes

Let’s make way for that lady and her sweet spirit breaking

Fine glass against any old stone

Yeah, I called her my Bridge City Rose

Yeah, I called her my Bridge City Rose