Tonight, I’m singing myself back home to you
I’m just sitting around and I get high
Because there isn’t much left to do
Except smoking and hitting the bottle and breaking in two
Tonight, I’m drinking myself home to you
Come to think about
Do you still sing out loud
While you waltz alone across the room
With the wine getting spilled
And all the time being killed
Singing on top of your lungs and so beautifully out of tune
Do you still have the bracelet
I made you from some old guitar string?
Whose blues do you whistle now?
Whose song do you sing?
When nothing is right
Is it still just you and Dwight?
Does old Hank still bring tears to your eyes?
Were you with Lyle Lovett
Telling me to take this love and shove it?
Are you still not getting better at goodbyes?
All of the things I should have said and done
None mean a goddamned thing
Whose blues do you whistle now?
Whose song do you sing?
Is the memory slowly fading
Like the colors of Jesus on your arm
Which so proudly you show?
Or do you still play our song
Twenty-five times in a row?
Hey good-looking
Sweetheart of the Rodeo
Who is the one that holds you now?
Is the only way you know how
Still having him on a string?
Is there someone that gets you all the way
Who records you the tapes that will always stay
Who sits down with you
And does it like we did
When we were Lizzy and Zeppelin and The King
Whose blues do you whistle now?
Whose song do you sing?
Ian Russell took isolation as a chance to get closer with his guitar, resulting in this lovely set of meditative acoustic instrumentals. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2020
