Do You Really Have to Ask

Do you take me seriously?
more or less
Do you respect me?
sure... I guess
Will you take me back?
After I take you to task
Do you care for me still?
Do you really have to ask?

Didn’t I drive with you
to Starkville Mississippi
where you left me in that motel
with walls kicked in and curtains ripped,
me and our daughter,
while you played for the bartender
for four straight hours
and forty dollars as I remember

Do you still trust me?
well, yes... and no
Would you follow me anywhere?
depends where you want to go
Will you take me in your arms?
After I take you to task
Do you care for me still?
Do you really have to ask?

Didn’t I hold our baby
in the back room of the bar
made her a crib out of boxes of Jim Beam
while you were
still stressing about soundcheck
and who would work the door
wondering why I was so upset
and didn’t want to play no more

Do you forgive me?
well, I’m trying
Do you believe what I say?
I always know when you’re lying
Will you take my word?
I’ll take you to task
Do you care for me still?
Do you really have to ask?


Do you take me seriously?
I try
Do you respect me?
I don’t always know why
Will you take me back?
After I take you to task
Do you care for me still?
Do you really have to ask?