It’s the comfort you find
By the swirl of your mind
On a merry-go-round
Moving slow up and down
Or the fuzz of a quilt
Wrapped tight and full-tilt
As a stumble toward bed
Fills a still-aching head
So I’ll swallow the fire
And push through the mire
Of the liquor I drink
Cause it helps me to think
And calms down my mind
It’s the comfort I find…