So I wonder how she's doing
I hate it when the rumors fly
They give off such a strange sense of mission

Wing your helplessness on high

But she would never run from strangers

She sang alone like a bell will toll
Way above the clang and the clatter
Out of fear of her demon soul


Maybe none of this is my business
And none of what I hear is true

I am far from the mint condition
Circulation's hard on you


Chorus:
Love's not enough
To keep you off that stuff

To save you...(2X)...to save you now

He could always find the holes in the bottles

Even with a blindfold on
Never kept his seat on the wagon
Rolling off like a rolling stone


Blue chalk between his fingers
Hustling a poolroom song

He always kept a line for the singer
Pointing his cue right from wrong


Chorus

Repeat first verse