Red tail lights and south tail winds Every story begins Somewhere in the middle of a storm Where love is a backhand toll Bottles crash and dreams are sold Thought wedding bells all chime holy war He was taller than the last line on the wall Young hearts break no one to hear them fall Whiskey bottles rolling down the hall But he's gonna rest in pieces after all Years leave an icy trail Young father baby on the way But it took a life the day she was born The child grew into a girl Watched how pages fail to turn As he passed out drunk escaping what he'd sworn She was taller than the last line on the wall Tears will fly no one to catch them fall Whiskey bottles rolling down the hall And she's gonna rest in pieces after all Where do the dreams go? Does god above even know What happens below? 40 proof dominoes Knocking down souls as it goes And goes and goes and goes He was taller than the last line on the wall Tries to calm the hunger of the call One last breath and lets the bottle fall He's gonna rest in pieces after all