Hour of Deepest Need

I think it's time you brought your face Across the railroad to my place I can't share this whiskey with you 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 you how to feel really, really bad Sometimes the wound hurts powerful indeed But sometimes you just got to let that sucker bleed And 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 Good and evil things you 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, oh We can watch the silver moon And I'll fall asleep too soon While the porch light draws the horseflies 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 And when the sun drags in the day Will you be a thousand miles away In the hour of my deepest need? --- Hour of Deepest Need - Ezra Furman