Pain Is Cold Water (Live From Fenway Park)

This next song is called "Pain Is Cold Water" I wrote this song right here in Watertown, Massachusetts I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction Most likely to leave at the sign of a Fork in the road You look just like your father as the news was delivered Cut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver I miss being alone when it didn't mean Being alone (whoo) And, if love was contagious, I might be immune to it Pain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it I try to keep swimming and keep Dad's good word In my mouth But they're fighting like dogs in the town across the river Over a brand-new crosswalk that won't matter come winter Lord, sometimes folks just need something to be angry about What're you angry about? I ain't bitter 'bout much these days In some ways, I'm damn lucky to be here Oh, where the miners stayed in the good them old days Yes, real men used to sleep here Oh, those roadside graves where my friends still lay in I walk by just to weep here They say killing time, it ain't a homicide But a prayer for a leap year