There’s a recurring character in my songs. He’s a guy who surveys his life and its abundant comforts and makes a conscious decision to walk away from it all. Sometimes it’s just a passing wish (Miss You Sundays) and sometimes it’s for real and for keeps (Train Whistle). This song’s narrator is an example of the latter.
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© 2013 Bryan Masters G Mister can you tell me cause the facts are quite clear C G but I still don't understand how I ended up here Was a time not long ago when I had it all C G D F then I plotted my misfortune and mapped out my fall C G with a surgeon's precision C G I made my decision C G D The life I envisioned left me free to roam I was cleaned up and working and settled and married But the ring on my finger was too heavy to carry so I set it all down job and family and home and set off like some drifter to live on my own C G with a surgeon's precision C G I made my decision C G D The life I envisioned unfettered and free G with not even one friend and only three enemies C G D G the moonlight and the bottle and these memories C I sprouted wings, but they failed me G and I dropped like a stone C into this tired old barroom D D7 that I call my home with a surgeon's precision I made my decision The life I envisioned unfettered and free with not even one friend and only three enemies the moonlight and the bottle and these memories Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP