Roadhouse Confession

I used to drink with demons
Travelling tombstone roads
Talking with no one home
Considered angels and demons
As just one and the same

And the liquor got me thinking
Of watery words that rhyme other than drinking
When dying men and women
Are just one and the same

So I slur between the lines
Between sober and closing time
Wondering if the then and the now
Is just one.
And the same.