I light a candle for Caleb,
he’s got the monkey on his back,
the bottle in his hand,
and the taste of loneliness on his lips,
it’s going to be another long night.
I light a candle for Caleb,
his only comfort
in the darkness of solitary silence,
is waiting to pass out,
as he lifts the empty bottle to his lips,
for one last chance at oblivion,
but it never comes.
I light a candle for Caleb,
such talent behind the bottle,
such a tender soul,
he puts on his armor of whiskey,
just to live everyday,
with many acquaintances, but no friends.
I light a candle for Caleb,
to heal his heart,
to heal his soul,
to put the bottle down,
and really live again,
I light a candle for Caleb.