Brown Bird Follow

This test I've been used only has one way
It is your choice to choose
I can't tell you
what is right.
Let's have a few more drinks
Until we think that we're alright
I'll fill up in the morning and I'll kill you
I will not be there when you turn your heavy head
And we will be nowhere
when they tell you
you are dead.

I am just returned from seeing you the other night
I don't know if I made myself clear to you
You're the morning when the two of us get in a fight
And true enough for that to be the end of you
Cause my friend I am bored of you
and I can't live knowing you live too
but I can't seem to follow through

The night is crawling slowly home
And I lay with my head against the wall like pictures that I hang
I'll have another drink or two until I feel that I'm all right
Till the troubles in my mind aren't clanging
If I could sing it clearly and sing it my way
Out through the district to find you