Willie Folds

Willie is fifty and he lives alone
Wrapped in a house to big for a home
Gray in his shuffle, gray in his suit
Gray in the teeth of his comb
Pacing his kitchen he opens a drawer
Remembering a tune from 1964
And how she once said, "It's us 'til I'm dead"
But he died long before
She was a child, she was a storm
She took his nights and she made them warm
He couldn't hear the warning of friends
Over the sight of her dancing form
And he knows that she's lonely and lying
And she's setting him up for the fall
His heart starts to tear and poor Willie swears
That this time he won't answer her call
But there's her same number
There's her same smell
Here are her hands and here is his hell
Everyone knows it hurts to grow old
The bed is cold and Willie folds again
You play the cards your dealt and bluff the best you can
Willie only needed one good heart in his hand
When the chips are down and times call for bold
The world shows and Willie folds again