country song 3- jack (in e major)

i see it when his eyes change shape
across smoke swung lingering in bars the same
across hands cold holding sweating drinks
through endless meetings with simple names

burdens of the stonewall sleeping dead
ones who tease tickling dreaming eyes
those stupid faces and stupid chances while
far away from him and her, sometimes i

deal a hand of solitaire
he loves me most when he leaves me there

i see it when his eyes change shape
across smoke swung lingering in bars the same
me, i’ll find a line of whiskey shots
then burn a memory of his fragile face

tomorrow if he wakes in time to see
i’m lacing up my running shoes
pack a sack with Jack Kerouac
find again him nothing good to lose

he says baby it’ll be like before
he says baby just make your way back through the door…

deal a hand of solitaire
you know he loves me most when he leaves me there

i’m through these tongue tastes of empty air
can’t have a memory of what was never there.