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Don't roll away that stone, girl |
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Leave it where it lay |
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You think he's coming home but you know it's not today |
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I think the road will break me and never fill the holes, |
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but every time I'm saved I stop beating out a soul |
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I'm too scared to ask the right questions |
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and too tired to fill the right shoes |
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so I'll take advantage of the blues |
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I'll take advantage of the blue |
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There really ain't no difference |
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in Michigan and Maine |
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If you ain't here to see this I'm missing just the same |
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Your skin as soft as water, same temperature as me |
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I'd never know I touched you if you didn't let me see |
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I'd crawl to meet you if you'd just stay there, |
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and finally have a thing I couldn't bear to lose |
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So I'll take advantage of the blues |
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I'll take advantage of the blue |
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Mark me up so they can see the best of me |
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Hold me down so I can't find a drink |
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Dance so I don't have to think |
