Paul Summers Jr. - A New Drink (Live)

That old train whistle still blows every morning
There's a New Drink in my hand every hour your gone
My brothers kid is gonna turn 18 next summer
Maybe by then I'll have learned to move on
You won't make me cry
Not in front of everyone
People they would all know it's over you
You died your hair again
I heard you're drinking and staying out late
You're probably back doing old what's his face
That old train whistle still blows every morning
There's a New Drink in my hand every hour your gone
My brother's kid is gonna turn 18 next summer
Maybe by then I'll have learned to move on
You said some things
You were talking about my records
You said they've all but done killed my music career
Seeing you at the show the other night
That whole goddamn fake scene
Would you take me back if I changed
That old train whistle still blows every morning
There's a New Drink in my hand every hour your gone
My brothers kid is gonna turn 18 next summer
Maybe by then I'll have learned to move on
Move on
Resistance is futile
Ah, but futility is so intriguing to me
Plugging away, picking away, strumming away
At this long, slow death of obscurity
That old train whistle still blows every morning
There's a New Drink in my hand every hour your gone
My brothers kid is gonna turn 18 next summer
Maybe by then I'll have learned to move on
Maybe by then I'll have learned to move on
Maybe by then I'll have learned to move on

Written by:
Paul Summers

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