I blacked out again on a porch in New Orleans
Death keeps lingering, becoming bad company
When it's time to leave, don't cry for me
Cause if there's one thing I know, it's the good times you gotta preach
Woke up each morning during the past few weeks,
when the sun was set and the moon was dancing with the fiends
I've long since forgotten where I meant to be
Now I'm losing my senses down some dead end street
Lord it's getting hard to tell right from wrong
I learned that regret can be a hard pillow to sleep on
Wish I would've told you how I felt all along
but it's too late now you're already gone
Someday I'll head up north back to cold railroad lines
Stumble to the bottom with you on my mind
And write those letters that I'm doin' fine
Dwellin' in the dive bars by snow-covered pines
Lord it's getting hard to tell right from wrong
I learned that regret can be a hard pillow to sleep on
Wish I would've told you how I felt all along
but it's too late now you're already gone
credits
released February 15, 2018
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024