For Tommy
For Tommy:
You got just drunk enough
To let go of you pain
You thought "To hell with this pride"
And you let it fall like rain
From you eyes
But NOW, we ALL wanna cry
"You brought that bottle home in a paper bag
Closed the blinds and locked the door
But there's nothing but empty there inside that glass
So you pour a little more
And there's no one there to judge you
At least that's what you tell yourself
But dont you know
Nobody drinks alone
Every demon
Every ghost
From your past
And every memory you've held back
Follows you home
Nobody drinks alone"
***Keith Urban
R.I.P ....Tommy 1988-2005