Boy Check Your Time

I'm not just drinking to forget you.

It's what I do to pass the time.

Because I'm proud I say I left you but we both know that isn't right.

I found my solace on this glass here.

A remedy that's conquered sleep,

I read your words they make me sick dear.

I just hang my head and weep.

Check your time boy,Check your time.

You're running to cocaine and cheap wine.

You say it's the life boy you say it's your life

Check your time boy, check your time

I thought I'd be fine on my own here.

But with you gone things weren't the same.

Women they came women they left dear.

When we made love I called your name.

Check your time boy, check your time. 

You're running on cocaine and cheap wine.

You say it's the life boy you say it's your life

Check your time boy, check your time.

The lyrics of this song really hit home with me because just this last summer, I met up with one of my old friends from High School, who I haven't seen in years, who is on a course self-destruction. Using hard drugs and getting wasted every day, there are only a few reasons that should warrant that behavior, and usually that involves a  having a chronic or fatal illness. A broken heart is nothing life threatening. 

Westbound Train, man I love this band. I think it is the epitome of soul and ska: laid back rhythms  smooth hornlines, solid yet groovy bass lines, and fronted by an amazing voice (Obi!).