Lucifer On The Sofa

Cashed out in the front room
Ashes stain his lips
Lucifer on the sofa
Staring at you

You've been counting weekends
Never getting dressed
Speaking in the third person
And tryin' to forget

What am I gonna do
With your last cigarettes?
All your old records
All your old cassettes?

You hit the corner market
Feel the winter sky
Looking through the windows
As you're passing by

Mmm, I'm chasing every thought
When I'm walking over water
Thinking 'bout what I lost (thinkin' what you got)

What am I gonna do with
With your last cigarettes?
All your old letters?
Everybody knows

That I'm stuck with all your pictures
A box of cigarettes
All your old records
All your old cassettes

Now you're cruising up Lavaca
Against the traffic lights
And gonna walk all evening, yeah
There's no one out tonight

Now you're thinking 'bout Dale Watson
Thinking 'bout turquoise
All along West Avenue
While those black birds make their noise

Tell me the truth later
And just lie tonight
For now, I need peace
And nothing feels right

And I'm stuck with all your pictures
A box of cigarettes
All your old records
Yes, and all your old cassettes