Every Blue Moon Is Mine

Every Blue Moon seems to be mine
Upon this matter there can be no denying
I'm counting sheep
Now that every blue moon is mine

Like every sad tune that's ever been sung
Like every guitar that's never been strung
I'm losing sleep
Now that every blue moon is mine

I was but putty when I was in her hands
Like taffy pulled deep in the south
She sure was nutty like a sugared pecan
Her aftertaste's still haunting my mouth

So if you're listening and I don't think you are
You'll believe me one day (When you read my memoir)
I'm losing sleep
Now that every blue moon is mine

I was but putty when I was in her hands
Like taffy sweet but now gone tart
She sure was nutty like a sugared pecan
Her aftertaste has hardened my heart

So if you're listening and I don't think you are
You will miss me one day (I'll read it in your memoir)
You counted sheep and cried that every blue moon was...
You lost the sleep and sobbed that every blue moon was...
But until you do, it's me
Now every blue moon is mine