Sweet Escape © 2010 Greg Swartzentruber Too much sunlight blinds me Exposes all that's rotten I'd much rather sit here In the dark with the forgotten These cold hard bars I live within Have been the sentence for my sin Because I can't begin again I pray for sweet escape Here inside this house of shame The truth could not be clearer Its empty eyes stare back at me From the face there in the mirror These walls around me have been built By nothing other than my guilt Each day as I feel myself wilt I pray for sweet escape So won't you come and sit with me my brother I'll tell you a tale about my father and my mother And when it's done I'll order you and I another Jukebox plays a cowboy song A rider on the prairie But each drinker in here Has more lonesomeness to carry The outside world moves on without My friends and me I have no doubt Still inside we scream and shout And pray for sweet escape And as another glass is poured We pray for sweet escape
