The Old Holland - Rocky Votolato

I was sick with that old Margaret, for four years, near about

Young, dumb and dumbstruck when Margie, she blew my candle out

I’ve got to have me a partner if I’m to sell it all

Save the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall

Stare through the beers and year and the bags and bruises fade

Those grim lines turn sharp and fine, like laws the pilgrim laid

Beaming through all the brag and cuss, promising the fall

At the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall

Soak up their mislaid luck and the floor is a pond of piss

The brown glass throws a face back, wondering how it came to this

Something about being there at last makes a man stand tall

That’s the mirror I look best in, in the back of that dirty hall

I can’t take up another drink and fight them now no more

They’re all moving, you’re one of them, through that Old Holland door

I’m wishing for a pardon through hoarse and hungry calls

Towards the mirror I look best in, in the back of this dirty hall