Oh Honey (feat. Bart Budwig)

I am not a ghost, I’m not a memory

Headlights trace the ceiling, you were fast asleep

Rows are overgrown & clouds are on the sea

We have always seen the ashes on the breeze

Old white lead leaves the wood, leaves forget the tree

Oh, honey, don’t you lose your hold on me

Oh, honey, don’t you lose your hold on me

Drifting through another winter dark as wine

I’ve been leaning on those good-time friends of mine

Make it through until the sundown finish line

Late-night ballads frame the haze of fine old times

Carved & hollowed ’til we’re almost slipping free

Oh, honey, don’t you lose your hold on me

Oh, honey, don’t you lose your hold on me

I am not a ghost, I’m not a memory

Oh, honey, don’t you lose your hold on me

Oh, honey, don’t you lose your hold on me

Oh, honey, don’t you lose your hold on me