Left Behind
Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
Well he's gone to find his way again
said he lost his only friend
he's got a jar of cash to spend
he's runnin off just like he done before
and he made a stop down at the tracks
sold his favorite leather hat
told the man he won't be back
and rounded out an old unsettled score
but oooooooo
this ain't the first time
that i've been left behind
well i'd cook his lunch and wash his clothes
and turn the fence and shoot the crows
somewhere in there we got close
they say a handyman is hard to find
we bought the farm, i sold my car
he left me with a silver scar
he's colder than a steel guitar
he always warned he ain't the lovin' kind
i told him oooooooo
this ain't the first time
that i've been left behind
well somedays i cry like a child
other days i ramble wild
he's got me so godamn beguiled
i don't even know his middle name
he's been lost and found before
but i've stopped waitin' by the door
i still love him to the core
i only wish that he could do the same
but oooooooo
this ain't the first time
that i've been left behind
well he don't call and he don't write
he slips on in after midnight
i never turn off my porch light
he always finds his way back to my place
and i never asked him for a ring
he gave me this old song to sing
and helped himself to everything
and now i'm left here without a speck of grace
but oooooooo
this ain't the first time
that i've been left behind
left behind