In The Evening (When The Sun Goes Down) (III)


“…ain’t it lonesome, ain’t it lonesome sometimes, when your lover is not around?”

Last night
she was sleeping
in the past -
continuous(ly)

Oh my, honey
watch out for that tire
rolling down these
lonesome roads

It’s the same old tire you see
you first saw when he lay you good
that one night
that one time
those one times

Hunger ain’t a bad thing now, sugar
if you know how to
fool it good sometimes

Misery isn’t bad either now, baby
it’s just that sweet, sweet sound
you make sometimes

When you’re not careful
you slide past yourself
into tomorrow
and oh it seems sad
But blue ain’t just a colour now, darling
it’s just what they painted the outside

Watch out for the axe man though
he ain’t playing no games
he catches them off guard
and pulls them out of their skins
into dreams not worth dreamin'

He isn’t worth that bottle now

So why don’t you just
drop it good,
so good that he hears it
where he is tonight
feels it
in his soul
In his dark dark lonesome soul
his dark dark hungry soul
his dark dark heavy soul
and you go floating by
with those eyes
those eyes that miss those eyes that they used to see
in the eyes that once saw them
for what they wanted to see
in the early morn
but have never seen
again

“…in the evenin', I said in the evenin' …I declare when the sun go down”

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