The Drifter - The White Buffalo

I’m a dog, I’m a drifter

I don’t even miss them at all

Stars align and they fall

Burn out and wait for last call

I’m a memory, your shadow

A distant and fleeting refrain

Lost in my dreams, in my shame

Yet a flicker of hope still remains

The saints, the sinners, the losers, the winners

It’s all their fault

Lets get some more alcohol

And wash them away

I’m smoke, I’m a moment

Will they even remember my name?

Take what’s left, throw it into the flame

Let it rush through the streets in my veins

The saints, the sinners, the losers, the winners

It’s all their fault

Lets get some more alcohol

And wash them away

Wash them away

In the heart of the night in the tatters

Wash them away

In the barrooms, inside of what matters

Wash them away

I guess I got what’s coming to me

So I wash them away

Wash them away

The saints, the sinners, the losers, the winners

It’s all my fault

Lets get some more alcohol

And wash them away

I’m a dog, I’m a drifter

I don’t even miss them at all

Stars align and they fall

Burn out and wait for last call