Last Ember in the Tray

There's a last ember sitting in the tray
Glowing like a stubborn little sun
I been watching it die for twenty minutes
Ain't got the heart to tap it out and run

The bottle's got a fingerprint and a name
Neither one of them is mine
I borrowed this night from a better man
And I'm paying it back one hour at a time

Clock on the wall don't know my story
It just counts the same for saints and thieves
I count the rings in the wood of this table
And I count the nights I said I'd leave

If it goes dark I'll light another
If the rye runs dry I'll find the well
I ain't proud of how I hold a evening
But I know how to hold it well