Queens of the Breakers

It'll never come easy

Babe if it don't come clean

And if it won't come sweet, babe

Sometimes it comes mean

Its like trying to put a fire out

With matches and gasoline

We've been going around and around

But how have you really been?

You know we were good friends

Its funny how we don't talk

I flew over your city last night

On a red-eye flight from New York

I was looking for you down on the ground

Wondering if you still remember

The way that we just walked around

Like the Queens of the Breakers

I've been making up time

I've been borrowing it too

I've been taking advice that I

Threw off in my youth

Should have left it right there where you found it

Instead of picking it up

You wanted the world, but you drowned it

At the bottom of the blues

Its a reckoning feeling

At the bottom of the blues

We're begging and stealing

You were ready to confuse

Knowing and believing

But you were right about the blues

You were wrong about the meaning

Talked with your mother

We remembered when you were sick

Felt like no one could help you

You were falling and falling quick

And it made a very heavy sound

Like thunder on the mountain

We were waiting for you to come around

With the Queens of the Breakers

I've been making up time

And borrowing it too

And I've been taking off disguises

That I know are not true

Should have left it right there where you found it

You had to pick it up

You wanted the world, but you drowned it

At the bottom of the blues

Is your arbitrator giving up

At the broken alter of your love?

Took the sugar out of your coffee cup

Every sulfur morning, waking up

At the bottom of the blues