The Killer woke before dawn

A Song spins from a corner Some-bar-ago Shes the one that got away Not like the one that you let go Like every clich that youve borrowed Or every smoke that youve stole Her name is within the bottles, Shes your first, your last, You cant let go Ill spend my very last dime To package and refurbish My most delicate of crime And when Im old and lonesome Older than before, anyhow Ill keep her in a journal An ocean home from the foul My most delicate lie My most delicate lie Bartender interrupts my slumber In a-bar-ago Its not the one that got away When youre the one that let her go Like every worry that brought me to cower Or every sweet story turned sour Her name is within the bottles, Shes your first, your last You cant let go, each passing hour Ill spend my very last dime To package and refurbish My most delicate crime And when Im old and lonesome Older than before, anyhow Keep her in a journal An ocean home from the shore

David Powers March 10, 2012 www.LucidWindows.com