Old Red Eyes Is Back

Old Red Eyes is back: red from the night before, the night before
Walked into the wrong bar, walked into a door
Old Red’s in town, and sitting late at night, he doesn’t make a sound
Just adding to the wrinkles on his deathly frown
They’re only red from all the tears that I should’ve shed
They’re only red from all the women that I could’ve wed
So when you look into these eyes, I hope you realize
They could never be blue, they could never be blue
They could never be blue, they could never be blue
Listen up, Old Red, you never listened to a word the doctor said
He told you if you drank another, you’d be dead
Old Red Eyes is back; his shoulders ache all over and his brain is sore
He pours a drink and listens to his body thaw
They’re only red from all the thoughts unused inside my head
They’re only red from all the things I could have done instead
So when you look into these eyes, I hope you realize
They could never be blue, they could never be blue
They could never be blue, they could never be blue
Blue is a street without an end
Red is the colour of my hell
Blue is a greeting from a friend
Red is the colour of farewell
Old Red, he died, and every single landlord in the district cried
An empty bottle of whiskey laying by his side
A lazy little tear running from each eye
They could never be blue, they could never be blue
They could never be blue, they could never be blue