Bob Marlowe's Missing Finger

On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly

You got a thimble on your nimble finger
Cocked like a pistol you're a gunslinger
Pressing needles into ink; I whimper
You pull the trigger while I'm unprepared
I stoke the fire with a little tinder
And let it burn till it's out of control
I kick the dust over whatever lingers
What's left behind is just smoldering coal

On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly

You take my picture behind the counter
Consider that the moment I fit in
But suddenly they all went missing
Every drawing was sitting in the bin
No one dares to ask me how I'm doing
I had enough so I ran away
That was the summer I tried to give up smoking
But I'm reminded that we die either way

I cant explain how much I feel everything's changed

I spent my summer with my hands underwater
I didn't realize I was being pulled under
A couple years can really make you suffer
Now I envy when I was younger

On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly

On this mountain
I found one
Of a thousand
Can I count on you
To remind me
That I've been
Living too quietly



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Adame
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