Из альбома: Seed of Decades
My illusion - dashed to pieces
My collision - damn the son
I counted all my blessings
And the damage of that sum
Your life - numbed and drunken
My strength - a voice inside
Ain't it funny how things worked out
My life began the day you died
Poor Robert Henry
Poor Robert Henry drinkin' broke apart our lives
Lost you from last year
And more
Poor Robert Henry drinkin' blotted out your mind
Blotted out your mind
Your sky - always falling
Like you from barroom chairs
I didn't want to hate
But your abuse was hard to bear
Your life - numbed and drunken
My strength - a voice inside
Ain't it funny how things worked out
My life began the day you died
Poor Robert Henry
Poor Robert Henry drinkin' broke apart our lives
Lost you from last year
And more
Poor Robert Henry drinkin' blotted out your mind
Blotted out your mind
Drinkin' blotted out your mind
Blotted out your mind
I'll go on livin' in all my desperation
Now you're gone
Desperation
Poor Robert Henry