When the wine stops working and you’re all run out / And all of your high hopes have all headed south / And the songs left the stable and they never came home / And there ain’t no forgetting that you’re out on your own (Gregory Alan Isakov)

It tears at the fallen and it carries the broken on its way / I’ve seen the water rolling, I’ve seen the colors fade away / I’ve seen the water rolling, I’ve seen the colors fade away (Caitlin Canty)

It’s a quick light and a slow burn / A little wink and a half turn / And gone (Jeffrey Foucault)