Sweet Blue
This life we’re living is slipping on by
I just want to break even before I die
I’ll hang my head low so you know I need some time
clouds pass and then these thoughts arrive

we’re a ways away from memories of honey days
swell dripping sweet and lingering low tunes
so play one for me
hey maitre d, another drink
I’ll be gone too soon

take me back to warmer days
with our wind blown clothes out on the line
before yours was yours and mine was mine
it’s a hard pill to swallow and the glass that you gave me is dry
a whistle on the rail
for your goodbye