Augustines strange days

Put up a fight
Like a ghost ship in the night
Count to two, count to three
And fade away
Went overboard
Said curses to the lord
Count to four, count to five
And sink a ways
You hate yourself
Put the bottle on the shelf
Count to seven, count to eight
And weep that way
Broken heart
Touching strangers in the dark
Count to nine, count to ten
And drink all day
The days seem so strange
From my windowpane
She's gone, She's gone
She ain't never comin' back again
So I got to turn the page
Windowpane
Yeah you got scars
But you got savings in your jar
It's your time, it's your time
So board the train
Put up a fight
Like a ghost ship in the night
Count to three, count to three
And fade away
The days seem so strange
From my windowpane
She's gone, she's gone
She ain't never comin' back again
So I got to turn the page
Windowpane
A home
A home
A home