Waltzing Until Then: Ashtray Pileup

Ashtray Pileup

He’s wearing his beer goggles
Warp the hands but the clock still tolls
Six months, six hours…
He can’t quit you both
Building an ashtray pileup
Building an ashtray pileup
Building an ashtray pileup
Pileup

He’s catching his second wind
But these sheets are cobweb thin
Through his fingers…
He breaks the ladder of smoke
From this ashtray pileup
From this ashtray pileup
From this ashtray pileup
Pileup

And he knows you can explain everything
How he’ll never believe what happened
And he knows he shouldn’t polish this off
But it’s almost dawn
He knows you can explain everything

Cuckold, his head is splitting
Or is the guilty old satyr showing?
Always making halos…
By blowing rings of smoke
Over an ashtray pileup
Over an ashtray pileup
Over an ashtray pileup
Pileup

A little bottle of artificial tears
You’ve been drinking with the pioneers
And you tell him that it’s all his fault
Dawn reaches through the blinds
Over a bottle of artificial tears

He’s catching his second wind
But you always leave him so damn thin
You got to quit him
Is broken better than broke?
Caught in an ashtray pileup
Caught in an ashtray pileup
Caught in an ashtray pileup
Pileup

April 5, 2009