You've got to pick your head up off the floor that you lay on
And count your blessings more than count your wrongs
Confine your words to prayers by firelight

Sometimes one says much more with lips sealed tight
He said it once to me... Like a bartender once said
He said it to me, never condescending

You saw the disconnect within her eyes from the very start
It's not bad circulation, it's her weak heart
Cold blood, black as the tattoos on her arms

Spared you the words that she'll be moving on
He said it once to me... Like a bartender once said
He said it to me, said with empathy