ALL THE WAY DOWN

back in the day before three packs a day
when all of my dream baggage was safely stored away
we were down so bad thought we’d never see the light of day

but from up here you can see the whole damn town
and it’s another forty ounces all the way down

she was innocence inked on another page
she had these blue eyes glowing behind a cage
she was spilling over as a promise fades

I’m last year’s rust on this year’s crown
and it’s another forty ounces all the way down

high on the hillside low on the chain
hanging like a hooligan without a drop to my name
living like a king on low man’s fame

there ain’t no time for crying with a free man’s frown
so it’s another forty ounces all the way down

 — Allegheny Morning Sky