I could write the book on falling on your face,
Pickin' yourself on up and never learning from your mistakes.
But I should have seen it comin',
You had her name and I knew his,
From a girl I used to know back when,
And the irony is.
I could write a novel given the way I talk,
On the things I'll say to a woman as opposed to what I ought.
But I should have seen it comin',
I was aflame and you were kerosene,
But when you spilled your guts on the phone each night,
I had the nerve to ask, "why me?"
The first one learned her lesson with me,
And the second took her lovin' away,
So when you came along I called you lucky,
I should have known,
They come in three, boy they'll make it look easy,
But they ain't ever really gone when they leave,
They come in three, and she'll eat at you mercilessly,
Until you beg her ghost leave you be, they come in three.
I know you've got a couple demons,
I was hoping they could hang with mine.
And I know I've given you a bunch of reasons,
Not to give me any of your time,
But I think you know we'd be a good fit if you could open up your mind.
credits
from Palo Santo,
track released March 14, 2014
Zachary Zimmerman, Drew Switzer, Chester Carmer
Saw this guy playing solo, supporting Justin Townes Earle in a pokey pub in downtown Adelaide, & doing most of the songs from this EP. It was a killer set, this guy is a great talent. ian green