Chickadee Rag

Paint cans for paperweights

Lost time and loose pages

Lonely, it knows a hundred ways

Clock hands up on the shelf

Coffee for someone else

Quiet without you raising hell

Half past ten, fire it up again

Pour yourself another cause it’s warming up

Three fingers, maybe make it four

Keep your feet on the floor for a while

Lights on into the night

Burn til you got it right

No fire without a fight or two

Footholds and fingerprints

Breadcrumbs you might have sent

Gone, left to wonder where it went

Cold calls and kerosene

Five says you know what I mean

Ten it was all a fever dream

No time for moving on

More wine until it’s gone

Go find yourself another song

Half past ten, fire it up again

Pour yourself another cause it’s warming up

Three fingers, maybe make it four

Keep your feet on the floor for a while

Past time you put it on the line

Leave a little something for the next sunrise

Five minutes, maybe make it ten

It’ll come back and find you again