I came home to an empty house After two years tried and true Made up a rhyme about love and time But had no one to tell it to I lit a smoke then I threw my coat In the chair where she used to sit Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
She used to stand by the kitchen door While the sun was coming up She'd always tell me if it looked like rain Or if the cat crawled on my truck Now every morning is a quiet mess With these things I can't forget Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
No more fire to raise the crane No more track to hold the train Everything that I thought was love Is looking like regret
And I used to have some sense of self But I don't know where it went Feel like a clown 'neath a paper crown Juggling in an empty tent I've wore my feet up a many street And still ain't found it yet Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?
And no more fire to raise the crane No more track to hold the train I've been stranded in the rain so long I don't know what's wet
And I got drunk on Christmas night And had an epiphany: Let's end the day in a holy way And set fire to the Christmas tree While all the bulbs were burning down - The angel was taking fits Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets? Ain't that about as lonesome as it gets?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
