LYRICS
GHOST
The FBR
Tim Hunter & Malarie McConaha
Produced by: Malarie McConaha, Tim Hunter, Jim Scott, Matt Sepanic
Mixed by: Jim Scott
Recorded at:
Dark Horse Studios - Franklin, TN
Kent Wells Productions - Nashville, TN
PLYRZ studio - Valencia, CA
Release Date
January 19th, 2024
BEFORE I DROWN
(Tim Hunter)
I feel so alone tonight
I don’t have the strength to fight
Three more shots will put me down
Get my feet up off the ground
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Sometimes faith just ain’t enough
The pain is deep and I need my crutch
I know that you are lying near
But even you can’t ease my fears
​
I’ve been running far too long
My backs been turned and my minds been blown
Now it’s time I face the truth
Cleanse the demons from my youth
Cleanse the demons from my youth
​
I don’t want to sleep alone tonight
But I need that buzz to take me, to the morning light
Help me now I’m falling, as the line goes down
I just hope the sun comes back again
​
I’m alone, It’s the same You know I can’t sleep
I want to cuss em’ when they try and tell me
sweet dreams I remember lying on the bathroom floor
With my feet against the tub And my hands against the door
Praying they would pass out Then I could come out
Drink up all their liquor And I turn their fucking lights out
But in the end You know I feel I’m gonna drown
Cause Ive always got this anchor
And its dragging me down
I don’t wanna drown
Please don’t let me drown
I don’t wanna drown
RAIN ON
(Tim Hunter)
Rain on, preach on
The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire
Get down, gonna drown
Pour the holy water before the flames get higher
Deep in the hollow where I first drew blood
Men back then were made of muscle and mud
Skin and bone, they sent you back home
Your world crashed around you till your dreams all gone
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire
Get down, gonna drown
Pour the holy water before the flames get higher
Man in the pulpit had it all worked out
Every man's working till he screams and shouts
Empty your pockets, pay for all your sins
Work another week and do it over again
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire
Get down, gonna drown
Pour the holy water before the flames get higher
Everything you knew,
Everything you grew,
Fell to the ashes like stones in the river
Tell the folks at home
Everything is gone
Satan's getting anxious and the flames are getting bigger
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
The devil's in the sermon and the church is on fire
Get down, gonna drown
Pour the holy water before the flames get higher
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
Rain on, preach on
EMPTY ROOM
(Tim Hunter/Malarie McConaha)
The street is still wet from the rain
that fell when you broke my soul
Your footsteps echo within the walls
of a heart that’s dripping cold
The walk was short, the path intense
but the end came much too soon
Like a sunrise gaze against the break
or hope that once lit an empty room
What was that song we sang at first
the hours and days we fell in love?
You had a way of remembering words
but the stories weren’t deep enough
The tea we drank by the river grew cold
with the tears our thoughts exhumed
Like a sunrise gaze against the break
or hope that once lit an empty room
I won’t deny all the times that I tried
To turn my back on you
I stumbled in, the ice was too thin
I fought, but I fell through
Now I’m drifting,
I’m drifting,
I’m drifting …
I’ll go on walking toward a place
but my steps will fall and rise
With no thought as to where I go
No more hellos nor goodbyes
I’m just a ghost without a voice
Encased in a cracked and broken tomb
Like a sunset gaze against the break
or hope that once lit an empty room
or hope that once lit an empty room
BOTTLE OF BLUES
(Tim Hunter)
As long as I can remember I
’ve been out to get myself
Too many bad decisions
can put a man up on a shelf
A woman here, a fast car there
Either way I’m gonna lose!
Baby, sweet baby
Why don’t you pass another bottle of blues
Sometimes I read my Bible lord
And bow my head to pray
Hoping that the words from Ole King James
Will make my blues go away.
I do just fine til the water’s wine,
Maybe I’ll have just a few.
Baby, sweet baby,
Why don't you pass another bottle of blues
Often I’ve turned to the bottle, Lord,
To drink away my pain
Finding myself in a world of hurt
Thinking I’ll never do it again
But then she calls and says “One more time,”
How am I gonna refuse?
Oh baby, sweet baby,
Why don’t you pass another bottle of blues
But then she calls and says “One more time,”
How am I gonna refuse?
Oh baby, sweet baby,
Why don't you pass another bottle of blues
Oh baby, sweet baby,
​Why don't you pass another bottle of blues
DEADMAN'S HIGHWAY
(Tim Hunter)
Im on Deadman’s Highway
Did you say you’re goin’ my way
Oh Deadman’s Highway
Been driving on it all day
Flyin’ higher than an airplane
Shooting whiskey, blowing cocaine
Ive been driving since you left me
Putting all my worries behind me
Aint no two lane where I’d rather be
Windows open burnin’ gasoline
Flyin’ higher than an airplane,
Shooting whiskey, blowing cocaine
They say Deadman’s Highway
Makes your aches and pains go away
Hit the pedal don’t you be afraid
Hells waitin’ down the interstate
Flyin’ higher than an airplane,
Shooting whiskey, blowing cocaine
Deadman’s Highway
Deadman’s Highway
Can’t you hear me Ive gone astray
The tolls heavy and Ive gotta pay
If the law don’t kill me, I know the hard livin’ will
If the law don’t kill me, I know the hard livin’
Will..
SET THE ANCHORS FREE
(Tim Hunter/Malarie McConaha)
Broken glass on the kitchen floor,
days are gone when we had more
The pain of cuts on our bare souls
Pale compared to these empty holes
​
Hearts adrift in the daily grind
Cross like ships on a stormy night
Can we meet like we once met
Find the flame before, we forget
Is this the way it has to be
Or can we set the anchors free
A light burns on a distant shore
A rusted hope that, yearns for more
A sirens call that breaks the night
A quiet search for a guiding light
A final breath, as the light grows dim
Treading water as we learn to swim…
​
Crush… Don’t lie
Hush… don’t … cry
Crush… don’t… die
Hush…. Don’t you.. cry
Hearts adrift in the daily grind
Cross like ships on a stormy night
Can we meet like we once met
Find the flame before, we forget
SKIES OF DONEGAL BLUE
(Tim Hunter)
The ship came home last night
It was a god-awful sight
Wounded bow to stern
Broken, beat and burned
I’m too weak to stand
Please, take my hand
Meet me on the pier
We’ll love again my dear
We’ll love again my dear
Riley’s dead and gone
His soul left all alone
On a field outside a town
In a world that’s not his own
His thoughts return to wind
But he won’t be home again
To meet the ones he knew
‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue
‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue
A bell tolls on the shore
It rings forever more
Though wind conceals the sound
For some all hope is drowned
I’m too weak to stand
Please, take my hand
Someday I will meet you
‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue
Someday I will meet you
‘Neath skies of Donegal Blue
INDEPENDENCE DAY
(Tim Hunter)
The party was supposed to be tonight
We got the invitation round the fourth of July
We rolled in exactly when we were meant to
But I was there all night without you
​
I might as well have been all by myself
I might as well have been somewhere else
You disappear in the crowd
The voices get so loud
I might as well have been somewhere else
​
I watch you as you’re sleeping on your side
Lost inside your dream where you hide, all night
I often wonder where your thoughts take you
Why did we fall apart, sometimes I miss you
​
I might as well have been all by myself
I might as well have been somewhere else
You disappear in the crowd
The voices get so loud
I might as well have been somewhere else
I might as well have been all by myself
I might as well have been somewhere else
You disappear in the crowd
The voices get so loud
I might as well have been somewhere else
Somewhere else
Somewhere else
​
I might as well have been all by myself
I might as well have been somewhere else
STILL ON THE RUN
(Tim Hunter)
Thinking back and counting all the hurtful things that I said
When we laid back on that hill
My heart was open wide but my tongue betrayed
The story I wanted to tell
​
You knew what I needed, you knew what I loved
But I couldn’t see it for myself
Now the road beats me down and the sun dries me out
Afraid I don’t have much time left
​
Well the wheels keep on turning in my head and on the road
As I watch my sad story unfold
I try to find a station, try to find some comfort there
But the words just get tangled in my hair
Living in this small town that’s full of tumble weeds
That remind me of what I’ve become
The sheriff stares me down, and the preacher looks away
Broken hearted and still on the run
​
Still on the run
Still on the run
On the run
I’m gonna fill up my tank to make another round
Get on down the road to find what needs found
The AC’s broken and it’s hot in this old car
But I got the rag top down and I’m aiming for the stars
Gonna aim for where you are
Gonna aim for where you are
Where you are
In a few days when I drive across the county line
I’ll call you and make that last turn
I’m hoping you don’t mind if I light another fire
This time I’m ready to burn
​
Still on the run
Still on the run
On the run
​
My heart was open wide but my tongue betrayed
The story I wanted to tell
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