Come home…

You’re always talkin’ ’bout some long lost love that left ya behind…some woman who broke your heart into pieces…and ya did what…went back to her time and time again…like a bad habit you couldn’t put down…kept inhailing her…that woman’s scent drove ya crazy…crazy enough for ya to chase her all over the country…she’d be dancin’ in some club out in Denver and you’d be in Denver…shakin’ it up in New York…Buffalo I believe it was…up on the Canadian border…over by Niagra Falls on the American side…you’d be there tippin’ her the whole time…talkin’ to her…tellin’ her to come back home…sayin’ you’d changed and makin’ promises ya couldn’t keep…she was wise to ya…the whole time she was wise to ya…

So…you left your family for her…wife and kids…over what…some dancer with hips…gyrations and manipulations…in the old days we used to call ’em strippers…women you wouldn’t bring home for Sunday dinner…tip ’em enough and you could have a tryst in some cheap hotel by an interstate…a Red Roof Inn…Motel 6…somethin’ like that with a coffee pot in every room…curlin’ iron on the table next to it…tubes of lipstick and false eye lashes…that’s what you left your family for…

There’s some kind of lust inside of ya…listenin’…yeah I’ll bet you are…is it the booze that does this to ya…some kind of magic potion that weaves in side of ya…cheap whiskey and cases of beer kept in a cooler…back seat of a car…pullin’ out one at a time as ya drive down the highway lookin’ for her…livin’ off credit cards…some insanity has taken over…some kind of obsession…it’s time you left it behind…come home…start workin’ again…be a sober member of society…I don’t mean to be preachin’ at ya…just think you’d be better off…

Last time I talked to ya you were in Cinci…contemplatin’ the Ohio River…it’s width and length…how it twisted through states…and you said it was different from the big mighty muddy Mississippi…said it was more interesting…like you were comparin’ women…one took ya one way and the other another…ya thought ’bout jumpin’ in that river…that’s what your life had come to…she’d driven ya to that point…that kind of craziness…kind that eats away your soul…maybe she’s not out there anymore…ever thought of that…maybe she’s gone…ever think of that…maybe she’s gone…

Hell…ya do what ya want…I’m just sayin’ your time’s gonna be up soon…yeah it’ll be up…just face facts…ya can only chase a broad for so long…it’ll wear ya out…I think she’s done her damage…time to come home…come home…

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