I Have Found What You Are Like by David R. Elliott

This is a country song I wrote today:

I was standin on the porch,
on my stoop, watchin mist rise,
while my baby was restin her head.
This morning I am weary,
tired eyes that barely rise,
by tonight I should hope to be dead.

And the choir voices will sing,
and my baby's golden ring,
will carry my weight
and she'll rain.

I was standin on the brink,
in a stupor, tryin to rise
while my baby was paintin her eyes.
I'll be sittin, on a break,
with a coffee, round bout 8,
with my baby on my mind
in someone's arms that aren't mine.

And the choir voices will sing,
and my baby's golden ring,
will carry my weight
and she'll rain.

For my last night I want drinks,
just to silence what I think,
The sun will just rise and I'll light up a smoke,
with my baby in bed with her heart wrapped in rope.

And the choir voices will sing,
and my baby's golden ring,
will carry my weight
and she'll rain,
til the dirt turns to mud.