Red Lines

Well he stumbled his way into a fake palm reading

Red lines on her eyes yeah he thought she was bleeding

And they were up all night just shooting cans

Now they're dancing in the dark hand in hand

Well that's the way she goes buddy I suppose

Cold sheets a house with no heat

Cup of coffee in the morning darling

But her tired eyes don't recognize

Him anymore

Spring time came no quicker than the winter

He got home too late to make his darling dinner

Now they're sitting on the curb another cigarette

Wondering how the hell did it come to this

That's the way she goes I suppose

Now we're stuck in the bush with a love gone wrong

And I shoulda listened more to that ol' Waylon song

Cause my love for you was the chokin' kind

And your love for me made me blind

Well that's the way she goes buddy I suppose

Binge drinking over thinking

Ain't much of a swimmer so I guess I'll keep sinking

And your tired eyes don't recognize

Me anymore