Hour of Deepest Need - Ezra Furman

I think it's time you brought your face

Across the railroad to my place

I can't share this whiskey with ya through the phone

And if we drink enough of it

You might just get me to admit

That I never knew quite how to be alone

We can sit on my back steps

And intertwine our fingertips

While you talk about the nice things that you once had

And if the turntable still starts

You can teach me how to waltz

And I'll teach ya how to feel really really bad

Sometimes the wound hurts powerful indeed

But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed

When the sun drags in the day

Will you be a thousand miles away

In the hour of my deepest need

Well they pile up around you

The good and evil things to do

And the piles grow up higher with every breath

When you're down between two mountains

And you're 28 and counting

That's the valley of the shadow of death

We can watch the silver moon

And I'll fall asleep too soon

While the porch light draws the horse flies to their fate

Yeah sometimes your company

Is just the thing to comfort me

But other times all I can do is just sit and wait

Sometimes the wound hurts powerful indeed

But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed

When the sun drags in the day

Will you be a thousand miles away

In the hour of my deepest need