chickadee rag
Paint cans for paperweights
Lost time and loose pages
Lonely, it knows a hundred ways
Clock hands up on the shelf
Coffee for someone else
Quiet without you raising hell
CHORUS
Half past ten, fire it up again
Pour yourself another cause it’s warming up
Three fingers, maybe make it four
Keep your feet on the floor for a while
Lights on into the night
Burn til you got it right
No fire without a fight or two
Footholds and fingerprints
Breadcrumbs you might have sent
Gone, left to wonder where it went
Cold calls and kerosene
Five says you know what I mean
Ten it was all a fever dream
No time for moving on
More wine until it’s gone
Go find yourself another song
CHORUS (alt.)
Past time you put it on the line
Leave a little something for the next sunrise
Five minutes, maybe make it ten
It’ll come back and find you again