lucifer on the sofa

Cashed out in the front room

Ashes stain his lips

Lucifer on the sofa

Staring at you

You've been counting weekends

Never getting dressed

Speaking in third person

Trying to forget

What am I gonna do

With your last cigarettes?

All your old records,

All your old cassettes?

You hit the corner market

Feel the winter sky

Looking through the windows

As you're passing by

And I'm chasing every thought

And I'm walking over water

(Thinking what ya got) / Thinking about what I lost

What am I gonna do with--

With your last cigarettes,

All your old letters?

Everybody knows

That I'm stuck with all your pictures,

A box of cigarettes,

All your old records,

All your old cassettes.

Now you're cruising up Lavaca

Against the traffic lights

Gonna walk all evening, yeah

There's no one out tonight

Now you're thinking about Dale Watson

Thinking about turquoise

All along West Avenue

While those black birds make their noise

Tell me the truth later

And just lie tonight,

For now I need peace,

And nothing feels right.

And I'm stuck with all your pictures,

A box of cigarettes,

All your old records,

Yes, and all your old cassettes.