Calling on the Blood Moon

My voice is deeper in the morning

               When I rise up out of bed

Because the muscles are more relaxed

               By the whiskey in my head.

I’ve been sleeping off the evening

               Since when last I shut my eyes.

Now I’ll be singing pretty

               If I don’t keel over and die.

Well nothing lasts forever,

               This I know is true,

So I treasure each fleeting moment

               That I can sing my love to you –

Cause when the evening wears along

               And the notes begin to crack

I’ll be reaching for more whiskey

               Until it puts me on my back.

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To hold the beast at bay.

I’m searching in the darkness

               For demons I can slay

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To show me a better way,

To become my own light in darkness

               And rise to meet the day.

Sleeping under a cold steel roof

               Seems to amplify the rain,

But nothing else can pound so loud

               As the thunder in my brain.

I’m only human after all

               Just striving each day to stay alive.

A time will come to make a break

               And drown in whiskey or choose to survive.

I say I’m thinking of you

               When I croon my longing song

But if I don’t fix this desperate habit

               You’ll keep telling me I’m wrong

No one wants a man

               Who wakes with whiskey breath

And sweats the stench of alcohol

               Through skin as gray as death

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To hold the beast at bay.

I’m searching in the darkness

               For demons I can slay

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To show me a better way,

To become my own light in darkness

               And rise to meet the day.

Every time my love

               Again I let you down,

I swear once more this time

               I will turn it around,

But evening creeps up on me

               And I’m back out on the prowl

A dogged, mangy, wounded wolf

               Too proud for help to howl.

I feel like I’m drifting

               Far out on the sea.

If things are going to change

               It has to start with me.

I’m going to turn this page

               And hope that it’s enough,

But even if it is not

               I’m grateful for your love.

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To hold the beast at bay.

I’m searching in the darkness

               For demons I can slay

I’m calling on the blood moon

               To show me a better way,

To become my own light in darkness

               And rise to meet the day.

Rise to meet the day…