Lyrics by Waverly Milor
Music by Steve Remy and Acme Blues Company
Copyright © 2006 Acme Blues Company (BMI)
He hears the echo as he opens the door,
Ain’t nothin’ but nothin’…a couple rugs on the floor.
A few lines scrawled on the mirror, “You won’t see me anymore”.
He wonders about the future; can’t think about the past,
the blues comes closin’ in hard and fast.
Chorus
The sky falls on everyone from time to time,
No matter how lucky you think you are, you’re gonna lose
There ain’t no shortage of the blues
A letter a year was all he wrote;
that’s all she knows of the man.
Broken bottles, broken bones…she don’t remember
But I can’t forget…
Our old man ain’t got no future; you know alone he gonna breathe his last
He won’t think about the past; no. ‘Cause the blues closin’ hard and fast
