Lyrics Shooter Jennings – The Other Life

This life is a dream
When I wake up I feel your face
smiling over at me.
And you tell me that you love me,

But heaven was just illusion
One hell a better conclusion
To this life with you.

So I stay out late at night
Tryin’ to hock a room with my guitar
And sing my «poor me’s» at another lonesome bar
Unrehearsed, diyin’ of thirst
and cursed with the other life.

And sometimes I sit and look at old pictures
and air another unanswered prayer
But I won’t look too long ’cause I’m just not that strong
so I pretend for a moment you still care.

And like these pictures that life would frame
There ain’t a song that I would not trade
for one minute with you.

So I stay out late at night
Tryin’ to hock a room with my guitar
And sing my «poor me’s» at another lonesome bar
Unrehearsed, diyin’ of thirst
and cursed with the other life.
Yeah the other life.

So I stay out late at night
Tryin’ to hock a room with my guitar
And sing my «poor me’s» at another lonesome bar