This ache that follows you down
From wherever you both came from
Well it won't leave

Quietly
It just waits here noisily with me


I turn to go but quite instead
It sinks its fangs into my head
And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone

The fragrant scent of parts unknown
I try my best but it gets worse
And fearful of this blessed curse

The moon is full, I feel my teeth
My instincts give no sympathy
For me


And all I want is to stay
Here with you

For at least a couple of minutes more
In your front seat
By any reason I can find

My right foot's still dangling out your door

This ache that followed you down

From wherever you both came from
Well it won't leave
Quietly

It just waits here noisily with me

The pots and pans and bareassed bones

Would have me feeling all alone
But never fear the ache is there
And calmly he pulls up a chair

And through the night we play some hands
While the ache he issues his demands
Yeah the ache he issues his demands

And I'm like Custer at his lemonade stand

And all I have is this ache

Just to see you again
Though I've got no pretext to
And hope

Won't quench my thirst this time
Can't you see that I'm aching for you?


I go to sleep; when I awake
In the kitchen is my ache
He cooks me breakfast, ties my shoes

Puts in the time, he pays my dues
He sticks a needle in my eye
And haunts me like some tragic lie

Reminds me 'till I bend to break
But I've been given the gift of


This ache, that followed you down
From wherever you both came from
Well it won't leave

Quietly
It just waits here noisily with me


This ache, that followed you down
From wherever you both came from
Well he won't leave

Quietly
He just waits here noisily with me