Good Ones

She dumps the contents of her purse
Onto the hightop drummer chair
I could've sworn that I had sixty more dollars in there
She said that I would not believe the things she'd read
They'd written there, plain as day
And I might turn to salt for staying too long

Too long
Too long
Too long

Beneath the booklight little songs sing out to me he's here again
Squints his eyes and counts out ninety nine dollars in tens
Says, "Well, since when can an honest man get high after a day
Of honest work around these choir boys bringing me down"

Me down
Me down
Me down

Into the void, a plea to make it through the night
My kind of man, always right
Dead on deployment, see, your dog went toward the fight
Licking his wounds, the stars in his eyes

Sometimes the good ones leave
Before you've even seen them there at all
Sometimes the good ones stay home waiting on government calls
Sometimes the good ones like you best before you're hooked on aerosols
Sometimes the good ones aren't quite good as you had recalled

Recalled
Recalled
Recalled

Come out candlelight
Give me one big bite
It's all for me
Cough up smoke and ash
Stare down the camera flash
It's all I see
What I think you know
Somehow you should know
But now it's free

Into the void, a plea to make it through the night
My kind of man, always right
Dead on deployment, see, your dog went toward the fight
Licking his wounds, the stars in his eyes