Johnny is an easy name to forget
So he gone forgot it
Oh he acts like we never have met

North country boys with their eyes like patent shoes
They ain’t got much but they know how to sing the blues

The river’s rolling slowly to the south
The mirror is an ocean
With an open mouth

Under the lights of smoky basement bars
Lay down with the ghosts of the broken morning hours

Now the road’s a pretty place to meet an empty face
Those payphone preachers
Busy peddling their quarter grace

I wrote a letter to Petrarch sayin’ thank you for the mortal sins
But night’s a big hotel—it’s always empty when you’re checkin’ in.

I tried to move on but I didn’t get far
Only traded my white lights
For something more noir

I tried to move on but I didn’t get far
Traded my white lights
For something more noir…