Western Stars

Tonight the western stars are shining bright again
We look up to the moon
It glows like a cloud
We dance underneath
Too tired to talk
Too tired to dream
But we are together again
It is good to be with Alice
She makes my world shine
When all is dark and bleak
She has on a new pressed dress
New shoes
That shine
Hair soft and clean
I will try and follow her lead
I smell of alcohol fermenting
That makes me ashamed
I wish I could smell of sweet peas and lavender
Tomorrow she is coming
It will be a change
No more lying in bed all day
No more drinking myself sick
That is a good thing
She whispers
We look up to the stars
They shine just for us.