Blue Chalk

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:

Hold tight, hang tough

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